Ankyra Sound nobody expects the spanish inquisition

the call did not pass over him without extreme concern flashing across his face. illidan had been in the blackpine and had been searching for unsuspecting prey to stock in some of their caches for later. he had planned on visiting erzulie and rosalyn – bringing the pups something to eat – and seeing how the mothers were faring with the summer warmth having finally reached their stretch of oceanside. instead, he turned to where he had heard the call and breathed a shaky breath.
 
vercingetorix had ventured out with his mother. illidan had only heard the voice of the dark man and the wind did not carry the aroma of caiaphas with him. something must have happened to her. the feeling of dread seemed to cause his limbs to quiver, but he steadied himself and set out at a brisk lope toward where the former drageda wolf had called.
 
rosalyn was already there when he showed up. his lungs heaved softly, but he did not pant and he did not seem as though he had strained himself too thoroughly. illidan looked to the man with confusion and stress lining his young face. “what is going on? something happened…” he growled softly to the dark wolf. illidan had started to imagine the worst possible outcome; his mother had died by the hand of another and this was all that he would hear of it.