Fairspell Meadow the gunslinger's own moaning future

there was a flicker of light ahead that perplexed the ghost for a moment before his attention was drawn to another wolf, one who was shouting something to him. the tone was somewhat aggressive, though it did not feel as though it was directed to the golden-eyed wanderer. though he did not understand a word of what she had said, she had been successful in at least making him stop. the glittering of his gaze latched onto her with a quizzical expression. pair of rusty-colored ears pinned to his head.
 
she did not seem as though she was going to try to elaborate to him. illidan canted his crown to the left, offering an apologetic waver of his tail. he did not wish to intrude on this wolf’s land if she was aiming to settle there. he didn’t know why anyone would be protective over a field of washed berries. he was just a voyager and he would not remain there-
 
the sound of the bear finally reached his ears. illidan’s frame tightened and he turned his sights to the east where the grizzly was stepping down the small hill ahead. it seemed to have caught sight of the haggard young man and the girl who had tried to call to him. he believed he understood what she had meant. the bear drew back its meaty head and roared and sound that traveled swiftly to where the wolves were.