Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

it was curious to watch the boy discover the world around him. while the dark young pup attempted to free his stick, illidan watched with a few weary blinks and the faintest curling of his lips in amusement. the curiosity of children seemed to be something that was entirely unfamiliar to him. he had not recalled being that fascinated with the world around him at that age. then again, their family had been thrust into a time of turmoil and frustration. it made sense that he might not have experienced the same childhood as others. in a way, this boy was likely the very same.
 
illidan could only hope that time would be kinder to the freckled pup than it had been to him.
 
watching the child splay his feet and glance toward him, the ghost drew his head up and stared back at the youthful image.
 
“would you like to learn how to spar, boy?”
 
it was a question that was issued only once. he would not ask again if he was denied. the dark-hooded beast knew well that he had few remarkable talents that he could offer to one younger than he was. he’d learned to scout well, and they’d already ventured out beyond what the boy was accustomed to. fighting and running away seemed to be about all he knew how to do. since he wasn’t interested in teaching the boy how to escape just yet, he figured it’d be best to start with something that might be more fun.