Snowforest Taiga how can you ever learn what isn't shown

the storms would never bother him. he felt as though there was a cluster of them that existed inside of him. every day he could feel the creeping roar of thunder as it echoed in a boom. the sound of it could be felt in his ribs. he carried it with him and did not allow it to see the light of day. all that there was, he believed that the storm was meant to exist only inside of him. should it escape, he feared what would follow. up until that point, he had not seen a reason to lose his head. though he had seen tragedy on numerous occasions, he had not found his breaking point yet.
 
when cadeau agreed to go where he suggested, illidan did not waste any time in leading them toward the high stone. the promise of shelter had picked up his pace. he moved like a lean jungle cat across the sharp stones. even though the rain had created a slippery ground, it did not seem to phase the wild ghost. it seemed that no time had passed before he found himself standing at the mouth of the dark shelter. he lowered his head and breathed in the scent of stale wanderers who had made a stop in the same place. there was no sign of anyone having been there recently, though.
 
behind him, the sky burst with light; thunder followed quickly after. illidan turned his attention over his shoulder to see if cadeau was able to clamber up the steep rock to stand where he did. from where the mouth of the cave sat, he thought he could see all the way back to the sound. the ghost reveled in that moment – the scent of rain and the promise of spring – as he peered out across the greatest stretch of earth that he’d ever witnessed.