Dragoncrest Cliffs only equals speak the truth

something in the wind had changed. it was not that illidan knew something was amiss on the cliffs. he had only wandered that way out of curiosity. part of him thought to check on the pale woman who had been pregnant the last time he had crossed paths with her. he wondered if he would be tempting his own fate by drawing so close to their borders. it was not until he had reached the very corners of their claim that he noted the absence of nearly all the scents that had occupied the cliffs and had remained so strong.
 
his shark gaze searched the terrain for a sign of them. he wondered if they were in hiding and would ambush him the moment that he crossed over into their fold. when he took a tentative step and was not immediately accosted for his actions, illidan realized that they had left their home. he moved through the drageda’s former pack site as though the ghosts of all of them were upon his back.