Ankyra Sound honey, what’s your hurry?

the woman was kind, and there was a moment where illidan was not certain how long she would last with her family within their ranks. surely, she would tire of the harshness of the others and would likely seek to raise her kin elsewhere. how could he blame her? it seemed that since the day the had formed, the rusalka pack had only felt the heat of the hellhounds on their tail. how much longer could he have really expected them to last? was there ever even a chance for peace, or for their home to harbor those with goodness in their souls?
 
of course, he remained silent against these worries, and only smiled softly to the mother. her many words of thanks were like daggers, pricking at his flesh.
 
“you are welcome here and do not need to thank anyone,” he reminded her quietly, bowing his head a bit. at the mention of her children growing stronger, illidan cast a somber yet hopeful glance to the girl with the sea colored eyes. “what are their names?” the ghost inquired to her, wondering if she would be okay with him asking questions about her children.