Morningside Cuesta the betrayer

It was the presence of another that startled him from his stupor. First, he noted the bird at her feet with a gleam in the sharp yellow of his gaze. It had been long enough that Illidan craved only the taste of meat and he would have offered his life for even the smallest fraction of that bird. It was good fortune that granted him the company of the pale female. Her coat reminded him faintly of his father, had the old man not been washed with such grey tones. It was his lack of socializing that caused him to bristle further at the sight of her so close to him.
 
It was the offering of food that broke down his walls.
 
Illidan rushed forward with an eagerness that suggested he had not eaten for quite some time. His eyes gleamed at the sight of the bird before his sharp fangs began to rip away pieces of it. The frantic motions that he used could suggest that he was almost feral beyond recognition of having grown up around a structured family. That was because he had known very little structure since having left Grimnismal.
 
“Thank…”
 
Who had taught him manners like that? Surely not the savage wolves that had given birth to him. His hawkish gaze lingered on the white female for some time before he wondered if Ephraim had happened across a similarly kind folk who had offered to tend to him.