Stavanger Bay 朴​念​仁 | bokunenjin

cam was drawn to the sea. he had been since nieve had described its anger; he wanted to be able to have that intuition for himself. the forest had been quiet lately, with wolves coming and going. even the boy from elysium who'd seemingly lost all his memories was gone. cam was alone a lot.

he padded along in the darkness, a shadow against the sand. the woman was easier to see. his eyes widened as he caught sight of the pale body and dark head, so familiar—

illidan? he called out, pitching his voice to be heard above the rhythmic rush of waves upon shore. he walked toward the wolf, her scent masked by brine. this must be illidan, with that unique appearance he'd never seen before, nor again since. he was a little excited to greet an old acquaintance.