Blackbeak Bluff he walked out of nowhere, toward nowhere

a call sounded from behind him, though it did not seem to be addressing illidan. not until he spun around and realized that this stranger had been beckoning him by mistake. the ghost stood at the edge of the cliffs with a wild-eyed expression. the fur along his neck and spine seemed to dance with the cold winds that brushed through it. after several long moments, his dry lips parted, and a haggard breath escaped from his mouth. the russet ears atop his crown cupped toward the other wolf with urgency, feeling something akin to a flood wash through him. this beast had seen her – caiaphas – and this meant that she was very much alive.
 
“where?” the ghost demanded in a gruff tone. there was little patience left in him for trivial things. illidan sought to find her as quickly as he could. he would find her, and he would return her to rusalka where she was made to lead. they would retake the sound and make it their own again. first, he needed to gather the information that this wolf carried. for the first time since arriving on them, illidan stepped away from the edge of the cliffs and toward the wanderer who had beckoned him.

"where did you see her?"