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

the first few words from the stranger's mouth were surprising to the young man. his brows rose atop his head and he peered at her with a curious expression that did not seem to hold an emotion that could have been placed into words. she knew them, and that was the start to something, even if she didn't seem to know that the plateau had even disbanded. the pack that liri and kavik had created had been one that was well guarded and secure from the rest of the world... perhaps that was why it was so easy for them to have gone by unnoticed.

illidan felt a pang when the woman mentioned that liri had been ill. he hadn't even known. then again, he knew that he had been wrapped up in his own world for far too long. though he had done what he could to keep the plateau safe, most of it had been in hopes that he would have found one of his family members on the edges of the territory.

“you knew them, then,” he said in a quiet tone. his eyes searched her features with concern before he turned his sights to the terrain that surrounded them. it would mean that he would have to continue searching for the dark man and his pale mate. “do you know how sick liri was? or... what with?” the boy then asked her. she seemed as though she intended well, and he did not have a reason to distrust her if she was familiar with kavik and liri.