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

‘are you my father?’
 
illidan blinked, creasing his brow curiously at the child’s query.
 
“no. i am not.”
 
it would have done no good to beat around answering that. as difficult as it was, he did not want to make himself seem more important than he was to the boy. he was just passing through; he hadn’t meant to disrupt the peace near their home. the more that he had spoken to the young pup, his mind raced with wonder. how likely was it that children were lost or left by their parents? why bring a child to the world if you cannot care for it and teach it to grow?
 
“what is your name, boy?”