Stavanger Bay and a loveless creature is a beast

The mention of her children, spoken with such reverence was met with a dampened expression. He could not help but to think of his own family and how little time it had taken for it to fall to pieces. He did not believe he could sit through a conversation with this mother, not with the love and joy she carried. The realization of this left him with a sour knot in the pit of his stomach. 

"I wish good fortune for you... and them, then," Illidan remarked to her with a small nod of his head. The young wolf did not wish to obligate a formal departure. He cast a small awkward smile, and hen he vanished. Still, even hours after he had left her... the young ghost could not help but recall the way she had talked about her children. He wondered how families became that way, and how they became like his own.