Redtail Rise "Like love. Love and dying have been my life.”

the cold had made a home in him. just as much as the quiet misery that he carried, the chilling breeze had found a way to burrow beneath his skin and construct a permanent place of residence. he carried it around like a blanket draped across his lean frame. only some paid enough attention to see either thing. most never commented on it to him. it was a conversation that some would rather not experience, he would have imagined.
 
the stranger with the bloody highlights in his coat did not turn away. he remained where he was and illidan approached carefully. he kept his dark hood low to the ground to keep this throat secure and well-protected. the lean frame of the young wildling seemed to move knowingly across the harsh terrain until he had all but closed the space between them. it was there that he held his ground and finally drew his head upward.
 
“is that blood or… just the color of your coat?” illidan couldn’t help but to ask.