Hushed Willows the hawk does not fear you, boy, and the hawk never will

at the borders! illidan is scouting his way toward swiftcurrent creek and searching for where kavik might have settled! :D anyone welcome.

there had come a point in which he could not move any further through the marsh. the branches had torn open one of his wounds and he had felt the sting of it for some time until the blood had dried and crusted in a line down his shoulder. the dark red was an obvious stain against his pale ashen coat. once the bleeding had ceased, he had found some of his strength return. it was there that he decided to skirt around the marsh and closer to the mountains.

in doing so, the young ghost caught wind of markings on a pack border. this piqued his interest, as illidan had been hot on his search for where kavik had wandered. he had hoped that he would have found the pack where the dark male had sought sanctuary after having left the plateau, but had turned up with little answers. once he neared the edges of the willow trees, he called out in a haunting howl for someone who might meet him on their borders.