Dragoncrest Cliffs The Freedom From Possession

A dip of Illidan's head had offered a sign of respect that Rouj' was more than willing to accept, but certainly didn't deserve. He was nothing more than a scab where he'd come from, and even less than that where he'd been born. He'd earned none of that kind gesture, but he was more than willing to accept it. The action, alone, kept him on his better behavior either way.

“Alpha, huh?” Rouj's sights followed the directed motion that Illidan had made, his toes digging into the ground as his eyes tipped over the edge of the cliff side. This young, and an Alpha? Impressive. For what he saw beneath him was only coast and sand, he didn't doubt that the pack was down there,” That pack got a name?” He inquired, icey blue eyes slipping to the corner of his gaze, meeting Illidan again.

The tawny eared, sooty male still seemed lackluster despite. There was something definitely going on with him, and it was clearer than the light of day, but Rouj' was nothing more than a new body in a new land who he had happened upon as far as he was concerned. The grayscale wolf wasn't in the way to pry, or particularly be moved one way or another, but information was something that was far more valuable than friendships had ever been,” How long ya'll been around down there?” There was little fear in asking questions, since they were harmless enough, and the near stutter when the other had misspoke opened the window for a few questions to be asked without too much of Rouj' own history for sale.