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

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illidan stood stiff while the feral shadow prodded him with her nose and drew in his scent. other than the bear that he had come much too close to, he did not imagine that she would collect the aroma of another living creature. it did not mean that he enjoyed the manner in which she seemed to leer at him with distrust and skepticism. the ghost knew nothing of her prejudice against his mother.
 
illidan stood until she seemed to have collected the information she needed from his scent. when she had completed her search, he peered at her and his features did not carry a sign of expectations. he imagined that if they sought the addition of his fangs in their ranks, she would allow him to pass. if he was not up to their standards, the wicked little she-wolf would surely send him away.