Bearclaw Valley "You have forgotten the face of your father.”

after his run-in with the hunting bear in the meadow, illidan had not stopped his journey until he had passed the mountain and wandered through a good distance of the lands beyond. his trek had taken him several days of time, but on the early morning that the rainfall had decreased he had found himself near the edges of a pack. the scent of wolf was strong, and the ghost shuddered softly at the cool touch of autumn that existed in the air.
 
he had skirted several packs on his journey, avoiding them because of their aroma or because he had met one of their members and was filled with a senseless dread and forced to leave. the markings of the pack that resided in the valley were strong. the territory appeared safe and secure. illidan called to whoever could grant him a place in their ranks, hoping to offer his skills in exchange for a place to stay for the winter.