Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

illidan heard the call from over the blackpine and his head turned toward it with interest. it was a voice that he was not familiar with, but without his sights set on the creature at their borders, he had no idea who might have been summoning leadership to the edge of their claim. on lengthy limbs, he traveled across their stretch of beach and through the towering stone on either side of their entrance. it was not until he drew closer that he saw who was there, and he felt his breath catch in the back of his throat.

the dark-hooded ghost approached with a careful posture. his gaze was wary, but the hawkish glow of his yellow gaze gave him an expression of curiosity. it had been some time since he had seen any of the cliff wolves, and none of them so close to their borders. still, there seemed to be something of a desolate aura to the dark male who stood there. as much as he wished he could react harshly, much of the fight had died inside of him.

“wouldn't expect to see you here,” illidan remarked in a gravelly tone. he drew his crown upward and canted it to the left just slightly. “are you looking for someone?” or something? the haunted expression on the young man's face did not speak of any anger that might have boiled beneath his flesh. instead, he carefully carried the weight of an entire world on his shoulders. perhaps they were both to be pitied.