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

the stranger shifted his posture back; it was good enough for merrick’s wicked rook, who still felt the pitter patter of her heart flutter against her chest.

she listened with one ear fixed on illidan as he spoke, his tone lacking inflection. could it be a trap? was he sent by the witch, to resecure her talonhold on merrick?

astara drew forward purposely, probing along his fur for any scent of the old hag. she found nothing telling at all; was this simply fate’s wicked sense of humor at play, and just a coincidence?