Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

he could feel the gaze of his mother on his skull. he may not have lived his entire life with her, but there was no denying the swelling feeling that had settled inside of him. she did not approve of this decision that he had made, but that was fine. illidan knew that it might have been a fool's attempt at peace, but he had been given a leadership role within the pack and he had no intention of letting anyone tell him that his decisions were wrong. the dark-hooded ghost was intent on making his own mistakes and learning from them on his own.

something inside of him hoped that he had not made one with this dark man. he did not know how he would live with himself if harm fell on his home or those within it. something in the man's voice had been enough to persuade illidan; he did not wish to stoop to such a low level that he would refuse a man a home when he had lost everything. the boy knew well enough what that was like, and he would have reminded his mother of such things... but not in that moment. having been turned away from easthollow had been the turning point for their family, and illidan believed it had destroyed any hope of peace that they might have had. he would not do it to another.

“what is your name?” the wildling inquired of their newest member.