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

firefly was quick to approach, and he did so with... jovial steps. illidan watched him with squinted eyes and an unreadable expression on his young face. his friend was strolling up to him with a wide smile and an air about him that suggested there was nothing to be concerned about. to the young ghost, this all seemed like a wildly fabricated dream that had been concocted with only his mind. this was embry's pack... this was not where firefly belonged. more than this, the boy did not feel as though any of this could have been real when firefly had not even told him that he was leaving rusalka.

“hold... on a second,” illidan remarked in a choked voice. his gaze searched the features of his friend for a moment and begged him to slow down and hold still for a moment. he needed to ground himself before he fell off the deep end. “this isn't... this is stormrift? embry lives here – or he did – and,” then he paused and straightened himself up. what the fuck had firefly meant that this was his pack? nothing about that statement made sense.

“what are you doing here, firefly?”