Blacktail Deer Plateau i do not aim with my hand

illidan could not have described how he admired the sober nature of the inky male. perhaps it was due to his youth, but the hawk-eyed young man did not see how it was possible to exist on such a level mindset. it was a good sign of a leader, and it reflected well in the plateau pack. still, no matter how much time the dark-hooded wildling spent with kavik, he did not seem to collect the reserved traits that were given by the green-eyed leader.

“you should know that i'll return to visit, if they are ever found,” the boy remarked after a moment of contemplative silence. he did not believe that it would have been right for him to venture off into the wilderness and leave behind all of the kindness that had been shown to him by the dark man and his pale mate. “that is, if you wanted me to...”