Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

the company of the young boy glaucos had been surprisingly easy to deal with.
 
after the gunslinger had crossed paths with the child for the first time, he had determined that the freckled youth was softer than many were at that age. illidan could remember raleska being fiery and difficult, sticking her nose in places that it didn’t belong. glaucos had seemed curious in a way that was not overwhelming. for some, this might not have seemed all that remarkable. some children were simply softer than others. for the ghost, it was a form of companionship that did not leave him feeling emptier after they had parted.
 
so, the two ventured out into the wilds. illidan moved significantly slower due to his injuries, but he did what he could to keep glaucos intrigued with his surroundings. once or twice, the dark figure of the child would stray from his side. the dark-hooded beast did not worry too much; he didn’t think that glaucos was too young to know when he should and shouldn’t wander.
 
at the boulder, illidan found a spot where he could lower himself to the earth and watch. his gaze followed the dark child as he roamed around and when glaucos seemed to have sniffed out his interests and turned back to his guardian, the ghost looked to him with a tired but soft expression.
 
“find anything interesting?”