Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

appearances were not everything. for as surefooted as his approach was, the boy was riddled with his own measure of self-doubt and grief. the stretch of beach was not his home, and it hadn't been for some time, but he knew that he would have to learn to adapt and make it so. the sound had once birthed him. even though less than a year had passed since then, illidan felt as though it had taken place long ago.

when the stranger drew his skull upward to look at the wildling, illidan's features shifted to interest and some confusion. there had been no words spoken, but that wasn't an issue for the dark-hooded young man. instead, he took a few steps closer to the sun-touched wolf with his head held level. “your scars...” he rumbled in a voice that had aged considerably, “they're amazing.”

it was a touch foolish of him to openly comment on the battering of another body, but he could not pull his sights away from the marks along the other's flesh.