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

the dark woman led them into the pack and he stayed at her side at the perfect pace, keeping his gait just behind her enough that she had the full command over where they went and what they saw. the wild she-wolf had not said a word to him since she had met him at the borders, but she traversed the pack land with no sense of loss of direction. this was very clearly her place, her claim. illidan would do well to respect that, as well as her silence if that was what she wished for.
 
when prompted to provide a name, the dark creature turned to him and shrugged. it didn’t seem to matter what he was to call her. illidan had never been tasked with coming up with a name for someone, but it was likely that she had a calling from every other member of the pack and the moniker that he picked would be no different from the others.
 
“morgana, i guess,” he offered her with a small nod.