Ankyra Sound the end declared from the beginning

illidan seemed suddenly less at ease, struggling with memories her questioning had dredged up. not wanting to press him further, the harlot nodded. "some t'ings are better left alone." more vague than she had wished to be, she moved along the shoreline, the tall boy with her, and was silent for some time before she opted to tell illidan of her time in the teekon before she had met his mother.
"along de coastline, down dat way, dere was a pack called ironsea. a lan' of fierce pirates. we lived in a bay, and we lived from de sea. it was where i met rosalyn," erzulie added, glancing to the young wolf. here her expression grew rueful; she looked to the sands and then forward again. "a bear came. it scattered us. perhaps de same bear dat came here when you were young."