Swiftcurrent Creek he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder

the young man was met rather swiftly by the figure of a dark woman. she approached on willowy limbs before drawing her crown upward and addressing him, asking what it was that he wanted. he noted just how different the greeting was from the woman’s by the willow pack. he imagined that lily had taken the helm of a domain where kindness and generosity were better met than a distrustful glance or the flash of a fang. illidan knew better than to miss what was happening, though. the dark-hooded young man bowed his head to offer her the respect her rank within the pack called for.
 
“i’m looking for a couple of wolves who i’d lived with. they left their home on the plateau,” the ghost offered her in a simple, graveled tone. the sharp yellow of his gaze roamed her features for only a moment before he fixed them on the end of her muzzle where a dark wet nose sat. it was there that he waited for her to meet him with sad news, or something more hopeful.