Ankyra Sound You will never be alone.

He stared.

He watched endlessly, breathlessly, until the shape shifted and grew.

It grew so large as it approached, but Reyes couldn't move. He wasn't afraid really, but there was a flood of excitement and curiosity within him as the shape grew, contorting in to a familiar canine shape, and then stopped. The boy stood there in silence, blinking up at the behemoth — and his ears twisted to catch the rumbling of the stranger's voice. The mention of a challenge had little effect on Reyes; he didn't know the word.

The boy swallowed his nerves and watched the stranger's eyes without care for how it may read to him; he had not been taught much in the ways of dominance versus submission, and his mother Rosalyn was always staring down the wolves of the grotto, so why not follow her lead? The boy scowled, imitating his mother as best he could, and then out of the blue responded with a question: Are you daddy? The stranger's coat was dark like his own, and he was one of the few menfolk he'd come across (besides the rangy Illidan), so the connection seemed obvious. Am I gonna be big toooo? Reyes more-or-less gasped the words, and his face grew long as his jaw slackened.