Bearclaw Valley I've heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on this richter scale.

it might have been rare for young glaucos to be up at that hour, but it was not rare for the sleepless wraith that prowled across the ursus pack lands, seeking to familiarize himself with the home he had taken. when it was silent, illidan found that his mind was put to ease. try as he might, he could not pull his thoughts away from morgana – the dark winged woman with violet magic in her eyes. he wondered what her voice might have sounded like once upon a time.
 
stepping through the brush, a sudden scent washed through his nares and the ghost turned quickly toward the young boy who had found peace in the silence. illidan latched eyes with him for a moment, unsure what he should do or say. he feared he might have stumbled too close to a mother’s den, but the boy didn’t appear too young. with a rigid frame, illidan sunk his head toward the earth and waited to see if the child would speak.