Flycatcher Downs I'm a giver

illidan had ventured outside of ursus that day, seeking peace that only the wilds could offer him. there was an itch to his step that led him beyond the claim of the valley and into the unfamiliar world. with no real destination in mind, he wandered until he found he had no real idea where he had ventured to. the terrain was one that he had never visited before, or he did not remember it.
 
once in the downs, the space around him was open and clear to see. he did what he could to make sure that he was not quite as visible, and he slunk across the terrain with a quickened pace. the gold of his gaze traveled back and forth, following signs of more dense foliage some miles ahead where he could find peace in the hold of the wood. illidan did not notice that there was a figure to his left, stopped to scratch during her own excursion.
 
the wind was in maia’s favor; his scent would have been carried to her easily, but his gaze had brushed past where she had stopped. if she did not see him and did not catch the scent that was carried by the wind, there was a good chance he would pass her.