Two Rivers Isle “All that ruckus ain’t called for.”

it was probably the furthest that he’d traveled from his home. the ghost had thought he might venture out to touch every piece of the land that surrounded them. his goal had been to know their surroundings well enough that he could have traversed it without his eyesight. in all the mess of their meeting and the plans they had made, illidan and cadeau had ventured a great many miles down the coast. it was not until he was snapped from his trance that he realized they might have been trespassing in another pack’s territory.
 
the baritone pulled him from his thoughts and the lean-limbed creature stiffened abruptly. he glanced to cadeau and then to the stranger who had stopped them. his jaw clenched tightly as he thought of what he might need to say in order to excuse them from the scenario. “i… i think we got lost. we don’t mean any harm,” illidan said to the strangers – his hawkish gaze was keen on the man with the booming voice. instinctively, illidan made sure to keep his frame in front of cadeau. he did not want her to receive the brunt of any force that would be directed at them.