Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

almost immediately, illidan felt a wave of regret wash over him. he knew that he shouldn’t have spoken about the wolves on the cliff. he had tried to prevent himself from allowing his anger to spill over. without the control over it, he had let slip how he felt and was left to face the questions that remained afterward. he had just gotten to where he liked maia; he didn’t want to mess it up any further with the trauma that he’d experienced in his life. he was certain that she would want to escape his company after hearing those things.
 
“not yet,” he answered her question about whether or not he’d fought them. there was a feeling in the air between the two packs, though. he knew that a war was coming, and it would knock down any who stood in its way. he could feel the hostility burning from across their borders. “but yeah i’ve met a few and they’re no good,” he then tacked on with a frown and a shrug of his shoulder. he was hoping she wouldn’t ask more about it afterward, but surely his curt responses were not what she was looking for.