Stavanger Bay do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

the ghost had not ventured down to see embry in quite some time. they had shared a good sparring session before – it seemed – the man had disappeared without a trace. illidan had searched a good portion of the coast near to the sound, but nothing had come of it. he'd wondered if it was appropriate for him to visit the sandy man's pack in person, or if he would be scolded for assuming too much. surely, it was pup season; illidan had not known for sure, but he could safely assume that the ocean-loving fellow had a woman and children running through the sands of his home.

it was that pleasant thought that propelled him forward until he had reached the edges of the bay. something in the air had caught him off guard. he trailed the edge of the pack with a furrowed brow and a thin-lipped expression that creased his forehead. firefly's scent was there, and it was stronger than the boy had ever smelled it before. betrayal filled his heart faster than anything else. no amount of rationality could fix what he believed was true.

angry, illidan drew back his head and called – no, demanded – that @Firefly meet him at the edges of the claim.