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

the child appeared perplexed in many ways by illidan's presence. the dark-hooded wolf had likely intruded near a densite where the boy's mother was occupied. he knew how fiercely parents watched over their children and did not wish to alert the parent of his presence. the ghost figured he could move in and then out of the area before they knew he had ever been there. later, he could catch something to bring as recompense for his actions. 

before he stirred to move, the young boy approached him on cautious feet. 

illidan blinked before his stiff and weary frame released some of the tension that was held there. 

"will your mother be upset with me for coming close to your home?" his tired voice was nothing more than a choked whisper, barely loud enough so that the child would hear him and be able to answer with a simple nod of his head. he would have assumed he already knew the answer to such a question, but with the younger wolf approaching him willingly... he thought there was a chance that he was allowed to speak with other members of ursus.