Ankyra Sound i never grew up all at once - i did it one place and another along the way

@Caiaphas

the thoughts had plagued his mind enough for him to make a decision. it was the only way that he could think that would spare him from being an outsider. the young ghost had done everything that had been asked of him; he had gone to war against wolves he knew nothing about, simply because she had asked him to. still, he did not feel as though he was a true part of rusalka or the great force that his mother had worked to create. though he tried, he was still left with the hollow realization that he was a stranger to them.

no more, though. the wildling would not stand by and allow himself to be pushed to the side. he wanted them to know his name. he wanted to be a prominent member of the pack, and he had done so much in order to prove this point. he had ventured out and beyond their territory to scout the nearby lands; he knew them well enough that he could have led the entirety of rusalka even if he had been blind. the wilderness was no longer a stranger to him.

finding his footing on the beach, illidan drew back his crown and called to his mother so that she might approach him. he could feel the worry creeping in. the ghost did not know what caiaphas would say to him and his demands. he did not know if she would scoff at him, or cast him aside for someone better – someone like svalinn... who had been there from the beginning. it didn't matter. he would challenge svalinn, if it came to that.