Ankyra Sound Sometimes the past can make the ground beneath you feel like a quicksand

it was strange that the two wolves would have found a solid friendship with how many differences they had from each other. maia was energetic and upbeat in almost every scenario that he had seen her in. she was bubbly and outgoing – two things that illidan had never gotten a grasp of being. he was sad and quiet, with many stories that would have dampened both the spirit of those who heard it and the mood around them. they were almost opposite from each other in most things, but somehow it had managed to work.
 
maia mentioned that she was hoping she could hang around for a little while. she explained that she felt as though she needed a break from her regular home-base. while he might have found it surprising, illidan would never have denied her the right to stay in rusalka. “you can stay as long as you like,” he told her in genuine tone. there was a small part of him that wished she would just move into the pack, but he knew that he could never suggest something like that when it was so far from her family. she had spoken so fondly of her blood relatives. he did not need to hear her say how much they meant to her to know it for himself.
 
illidan started their path, leading her down past the opening of the pack and into the heart of it. “have you and your sister done anything fun lately? any new adventures i could hear about?” he asked her curiously, hoping that she would have cooked up something in the time that they were apart. he had enjoyed her previous story very much and was looking forward to more of them.