Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

gathering what he could of his mental fortitude, the boy turned himself inward and trekked toward the shore. though his mind seemed to burst with the thoughts of the past, he had done well to limit his emotions on the matter; they didn't do him any good, in the long run. the loss of his father would not have been changed by his return home. the place of his birth could not rectify all that had been stolen from him.

but, it did bring a promise of a new future with it.

hawkish yellow eyes fell on a dark figure who had been touched by yellow light of the sun. on a cloudy day, illidan thought it almost mesmerizing that his coat would appear that way. closing some of the distance between them, the wildling lifted his crown upward and released a bark to signal the other man down. then, he approached with a prowl and waited to see if his call would have been returned.