Neverwinter Forest Kita's First Aquaintance

he moved out and beyond the pack that day. the blackpine was not enough for what he wanted; to be immersed in the scent of woods. he took to the coast and trekked for a long while before he found himself in the depths of a beautiful forest. the wildling slunk beneath the looming trees like a shadow – his movements barely made a noise against the sound of birds tweeting overhead and the wind brushing against the leaves. it all seemed like an illusion, until the wind halted and the sound of birds seemed to fade away from the wild wood.

illidan moved carefully beneath the branches until an unfamiliar scent was carried on the air. ears drawn forward, the ghost lifted his crown upward and searched his surroundings with the sharp yellow of his hawkish gaze. a figure appeared before him – several paces away – and he froze in his tracks. the dark-hooded youth frowned thoughtfully before releasing a chuff to announce his presence.