Ankyra Sound a drop of hell, a touch of strange

the familiar voice of the sun-touched male caused the boy to spin around. he fixed his sights on firefly with a slight smile along the edges of his lips. it was almost as though he had simply thought of the man, and there he was. prowling forward, illidan dropped the hare near to where the other man stood and dipped his head in a nod. “hey firefly; caught that for you,” the wildling remarked. there was a pleased expression that adorned his dark features before he glanced up and latched his sights on the pale eyes of his companion.

he wondered how the other was getting along on the beach, or if there had been troubles with getting around some of the areas in the territory. though firefly was – likely – a very capable wolf, in spite of his injuries, illidan still wanted to make sure that he did not have to struggle there. he had made a promise that the brute would have a home with a makeshift family if he were to stay, and he felt as though it was owed to him.