Ankyra Sound i kill with my heart

he was so solemn for a wolf his age -- just shy of a year, illidan was already twice the man most men hoped to be on their deathbed. it brought a sad but proud smile to the siren's features. he may have been molded by hardships, but he was not lessened for it.

rarer yet was the act of a child scolding its mother; caiaphas endured his scolding with a bemused expression, for he was wholly right. they would accomplish little, picking little spats. as illidan looked away, overwhelmed, caiaphas followed his gaze -- sadness solemnly filling the bright depths of her hawkish gaze. "i will die, but not at the hands of drageda dogs." she lifted her proud face, bearing the wound vercingetorix had gifted her: "this is the best they could do. we are better. we will live, and you will get to see your lovely old mother die after a long and enjoyable life.. just promise me then, that you will let me go to the sea." she shared a thin smile with the boy, placing a paw besides illidan's own as she sought his gaze: "i will stay low for a while, but only for you."