Bearclaw Valley here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach

@Evien <3 thanks for waiting

after some time, the lonesome young gunslinger had found a sense of comfort in the valley pack. he had not been there long yet, but he knew his way around the most occupied areas and had familiarized himself with many of the scent trails that had been left in places around the border. there were a few that seemed to stump him, but he did not actively seek out the other members of ursus. the sorrowful young beast really only had eyes for the dark woman morgana. after all, it was she who had shown him kindness in his hour of need. it was morgana who had given him a home despite his history.
 
prowling out of the den he had made for himself, the ghost ventured toward the center of the pack.
 
illidan knew it would do him well to meet the other members. the dark wolf skoll had been only the first, and though he did not imagine they would become swift friends, he had still made an effort to know those who surrounded him. something about the valley pack had left him with a strange feeling of discomfort. he did not have the entire picture yet; anxiety pricked at his belly with vicious intent.