Fox's Glade entomb

’the queen…’
 
illidan turned his gaze away from the bear lord immediately, surprised at the force of the shame that had washed through his belly. he felt that he was not worthy of listening to what this fierce beast had to say. he was nothing more than a passerby who had found himself indebted to the dark- to the queen. he did not know how long it would take to repay her kindness, and the more he stood beneath the gaze of the fierce bear lord… the more he worried that he would come to owe them much more.
 
the hawkish yellow of his eyes returned to the features of the male after a moment. the gaze was pointed and illidan felt his stomach churn. was he intended to answer the statement that had been offered? merrick wished to know what kind of wolves he left to protect his home and yet illidan did not know what this meant to the youthful man.
 
“what do you need of me?”
 
his voice was haggard and humble, and it was gruff in nature, but it did not come out with pride. he was willing to do whatever was asked of him.