Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

the child was surprisingly less of a nuisance than illidan had initially expected. glaucos generally kept to himself and didn’t tend to speak up about much unless he had a question, or he wanted to express a small portion of thought. it was that sense of independence that the ghost liked, he imagined. there were things about the freckled child that reminded him of himself. those memories felt like they were from long before. some of them felt fresher than others.
 
the image of his father swept through his mind and illidan grunted, rising to his paws to trail after the course that had been set by his young companion. the ghost kept his distance, wanting to have his own space and to provide it for glaucos to venture. it would have done very little good for him to hover behind the boy. besides, he wasn’t a prison warden, and the child wasn’t his… it helped to force some space.
 
as the child roamed out and gathered his toy, illidan watched patiently.