Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

This was the most fun he'd had in a long time - perhaps ever, in his short span upon the earth. Much as Karst loved his brother there was only so much entertainment one could find when keeping such limited company; the rest, the other children and most of the adults, frightened him to quietude rather than play. He had grown fearful of drawing their attention as it would often draw their ire too.

This man was different. He left Karst alone to frolick and cavort as he pleased, which was appreciated. The boy had stopped to gather breath while the mud and grass lay ruined beneath his chest; but he sucked a breath of air and held it as soon as a syllable passed Illidan's lips. The question went out to empty air—and Karst sat blinking, unaccustomed to the two-way street of conversation.

After a few moments he huffed and stood at his full height, though his head was low, shoulders tight and high. Spar...? He parroted; unaware that there was a term for the rough-housing he was often subjected to as the resident bait-dog.