Panther Park We'll win but not everyone will get out

the sea brought nothing but worry. the days that he had spent trailing the coastline and searching for remnants of the world that he had left behind had produced little more than devastated land and the scent of death that was carried briskly on each passing gust of wind. the closer that his lean frame had traveled toward the towering stone walls of the sound, the more he had been filled with dread. when he had seen the shoreline in disarray, he had shifted his course and ventured inland – there was no direction that lured him on.
 
the scents seemed different to him, as though they had changed in the span of several centuries, and yet he had not been far from them for more than four months or more. still, the teekon wilds were almost new to the wandering ghost.
 
were it not for the figure ahead of him that drew his eye, illidan would have believed that he had stumbled into a strange other dimension. instead, he saw the towering height of kavik and the memorable warmth of his green gaze. it was like staring into a time turner. “k-kavik?” the wayward son spoke in a gruff, strangled voice. he was not even sure that this would reach the other man. he was not even sure if kavik was truly there.