Stone Circle so i'll follow the birdsong

getting a single post for illy in here

Illidan had stumbled forward with a drunken tiredness as his father’s call went up over the territory. The young boy did not understand why they couldn’t just make a home right where they stood. It was as good a place as any, right? Lack of good rest and a distinct lack of tasty food had put the dark-hooded youth in a foul mood. When the first stranger arrived with a dead bird in her muzzle, he started drooling at the bird. She offered it to their father, but Ephraim rushed forward and grabbed it faster than Kierkegaard, causing Illidan to smirk pleasantly.
 
The young boy’s larger frame wavered heavily as he trotted toward his brother with the glint of hunger in his gaze. The boy was hungry. He was not about to let his sibling take the entire meal for himself, and he certainly wasn’t going to allow his parents to have a lick of it. With a quick motion of his skull for Raleska to follow, Illidan teetered sleepily after Ephraim and sought to sink his fangs into the tender meats of the bird that had been snatched. He didn’t care what the adults were saying; he cared only for satisfying the ache in the pit of his gut.