Bearclaw Valley for a moment the gunslinger merely stood inside the door

he was instructed not to submit so openly. 

illidan's ears flattened to his crown and he looked away from the other male with a flicker of shame on his face. it had not been so long that he had forgotten his youthful pride, the pride he had felt when he had been with rusalka in their rightful home. the ghost did not want to cause trouble with those he was intended to work alongside in ursus. rusalka was no longer the place for him and he knew that he would do well to remember that. 

i should go, the haggard young beast remarked with an apologetic nod. he slipped away from the other figure and searched the valley for a place of peace where he could make his den.