Wapun Meadow and all your friends are gone, nobody hears you

the gunslinger followed the dark witch dutifully on their chase.
 
his teeth aimed carefully for the younger beast’s heels, hoping that the sharp growls from the depths of his throat would inspire some fear in their target. she had no place near ursus’ claim; she had made a grave mistake by drawing that close to their kind to begin with. illidan knew well that morgana had no greater hope than to punish the easthollow wolves for their transgressions. if they were quick enough, he imagined that the witch would end the child’s life.
 
somehow, this did not dissuade him from remaining at her side. the youthful figure raced on until his master had grown tired of the chase and had directed her attentions elsewhere.
 
illidan’s heart still raced with the thrill of their pursuit. the child had escaped the clutches of the dark woman and in turn, had spared her own life from being ended on that day. in many ways, the ghost was grateful that they had not been forced to take the life of the young girl. he understood that she needed to be away from their home, but he… could not help but to think of his siblings finding a similar fate in the jaws of someone just as unforgiving as the witch.
 
as he followed morgana back to the pack, his chest was heavy with grief.