Hushed Willows and now I hear the choir [festival]

the name of the man that derg mentioned was familiar to the young ghost. he drew his head upward and lifted his brows slightly at the moniker that had been presented. so, it seemed as though the fierceness of the man’s former pack had fallen into low standings and he had sought to find his own land to claim. it was a respectable thing that he was doing, and a lot of work. illidan had only just joined his mother in the tail end of rusalka’s formation. he had done everything he could to bring more members.
 
“i ran into him when i was out scouting,” illidan answered with a small smile, his whiskers twitching slightly. “he offered me advice for how to be a good warrior.” the dark-hooded young man had not forgotten any of the things that the blue-eyed beast had provided him by means of mentoring. he had taken the word and committed it to his mind.