Ankyra Sound see the TURTLE of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth

of course he was right; he wouldn't have said it if he hadn't been. besides, if the stranger wanted a home then he would have to learn really quick how to handle himself in the ocean. there was plenty of opportunity for food there, and illidan wasn't about to recruit a slacker into their ranks. he could already feel the burning gaze of his mother's gaze on the back of his skull at the very thought. these were the proving grounds; if wyatt could pass, then he could stay and call rusalka home.

the dark-hooded ghost trailed after the wiry boy until they had arrived at the lapping waters of the sea. if illidan had known more about the fears that swam around in the stranger's head, perhaps he would have been softer on him... and perhaps he would have been much crueler. there was no saying what would have been inspired in his mind at the sound of such simpering. “it's not too bad if you don't go out too far. just paddle when you can't feel the ground anymore,” he instructed with a motion that said, go on, then and a nod of his muzzle.