Sequoia Coast was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

the voice that sounded was familiar, but it was familiar in a way that bad memories are. it was like he had buried the encounter that he'd had with her and suddenly, it was finding a way to claw back to the surface and emerge. instead of turning to meet her, he wracked his brain in an attempt to place a face to the voice that lingered on the cold seaside air. the way she called him boy reminded him of grezig, but he knew better than to forget the voice of the woman who had helped to raise him. they had not always gotten along, and there were plenty of poor memories associated with the other woman... but she had done good things for him, and he would not have forgotten her in his lifetime.

giving in, illidan turned his attention toward the stranger. once he did and his sharp yellow gaze was latched onto the scarred features of the pale woman, he knew precisely who she was. she had taken the brunt of his anger over the results of their battle. she had attempted to combat his feelings with her own belief, and then had left in a furious mess – a different woman than what she had been at the beginning of their conversation. he wondered why she would approach him.

“hello,” illidan returned to her in a gravelly voice. his expression was haunted, but not unkind. he did not yet have reason to treat her as an enemy. after all, roz had returned to them... hadn't she? she was worse for wear, he'd heard, but she was still back in her home. no matter how he felt about the cliff wolves, he knew that he could not jeopardize his family or his pack by acting out. the pale woman might have held a hint of her feelings in her tone, but he was not able to pick up on it. then, as though he believed that making a joke of the situation would help them, he turned to her with a deadpan, “need to yell some more?”