Ankyra Sound it feels like you're with your father in the place you love

While Ephraim had been sleeping, Illidan had been gnawing tiredly on a particularly round bone that had been left over from one of their parents’ meals. When their mother had scrabbled into the family den and announced their leave, he’d dropped his trophy with a gaping maw and refused to move. Even still when his father’s nose pushed roughly against his rear, Illidan growled softly in response and frowned at the large haggard man. He did not understand why on earth they should need to leave the safety of their home. It was not until he felt the sharp nip from Kierkegaard’s teeth that he rose from his spot and began to follow reluctantly.
 
Charging upward to where Raleska walked, Illidan bumped against her with a scowl and cast her an inquisitive glance. It was as if he were asking her, are you okay with all of this? Because I am not.. But, the further they wandered, the more he had started to realize that they might never be going back. The sandy shores turned to rolling hills and thick-cut trees that stood like fierce guardians over a forest that he was not familiar with. As much as he wished to turn around and return to the grotto where he had been born, Illidan knew – with instinct – that their family was not going back any time soon. The fear that had filled his parents had been enough to tell him that something was very wrong, and he would not likely feel safe for a long while.