Wapun Meadow Spiders deserve life in prison.

‘spar?’
 
the child didn’t seem as though he was familiar with the term, which led illidan to believe that he had never really been taught the art of play-fighting by his caretaker or any potential pups that were his age. he wondered if it would be appropriate for him to teach the boy something more than just the standard tousling. there was no intention of harming the child, he knew himself well enough for that.
 
“come here and see if you can get a good bite on me,” the ghost remarked to the younger figure. he had no fear that the child would hurt him, but he was interested to see if the boy had any real talent for using his fangs and reading the scenario before him. though he was at a disadvantage, illidan had made a mental note that he should only defend himself. there would be other times to teach the boy how to attack.