Lost Creek Hollow and she is coming to devour you whole

praimfaya?

the sound of the voice rings familiar; bringing with it memories of talk of putting family disputes that belonged to their predecessors to the grave and letting them lay ...and the ghosting tang of salt; a scent not easily forgotten despite that it is entirely absent here and now. her head lifts from it's bow at the water's edge and she peers over kill-mark scarred shoulder; frostbound gaze touching upon the familiar cut of illidan.

illidan, the wanheda greets with an amiable wag of her tail, turning to face him and realizing that she recognizes the pack scent he carries. ursus. it reminds her of the bargain she ( and renard ) made with their presumed queen; the silent blackbird. with her return and the unforeseen event of having mahler take her under his wing as a tutor has put a crimp in her war plans ...but even the most carefully laid plan could be disrupted. for now, she is content to learn what the gargoyle had to teach her, and turns her attentions to the coming season and the regulations lain out upon the table regarding it.

the commander wasn't supposed to have family; was supposed to be entirely disconnected from relations bond and blood alike ...but she is the one and only child of ingram and blodreina. the duty to pass upon their lineage(s) fell upon her shoulders and her's alone.

it's been a while. praimfaya mentions soft smile; an invitation to share, if he wished. she is not one that favored or was really interested in small talk but she is interested in him ( for whatever her interest is worth ) and apparently, that made a difference.