Ankyra Sound lost at sea

the boy hadn’t forgotten the pale features of the girl he had met shortly after finding his mother again. had he known what they said about caiaphas – about her hoarding of other people’s children – he would have found it less odd that there had been so many other young pups around. as it was, though, he imagined they were there in order to help him adjust, and because they would grow into the culture of the pack better than someone who came from somewhere else.
 
when the girl had left, he had thought it to be sad. she’d explained that she needed to search for her brother and her mother. when she had told him this, the story had been so familiar to him that he almost broke to hear it again in the mouth of another. as much as he wanted to tell her that her chances of success were minimal, at best, he couldn’t gather the strength to discourage her that way. he had told her to go. illidan hoped against the odds that she would find her family so they could be together again.
 
when she returned, he was much too eager. still, the dark-hooded young man had grown considerably in her time away. he was all but an adult, and his strapping figure certainly echoed the same sentiment. there were many things to tell her, he believed. when her features came into view, he was almost surprised at how much she had filled into her form. she was tall and slender, draped in a cloak of shimmering white with small dark accents along her shoulders and back. her eyes were as deep blue as the sea. tunerk was no longer a young girl; she had grown into a young woman.
 
“any luck?” illidan asked her breathlessly as he approached. please tell me you could do what i could not…