Ankyra Sound a gunslinger knows pride - that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff

Border patrol.

the boy was weary from lack of sleep, but he still rose from his den and ventured out to the edges of their claim in an attempt to rouse himself from the dismal existence that he lived in. he had imagined that if he were to keep himself busy, he could drown the thoughts that lingered like dark shadows in his mind. somehow, no matter how much he wore himself down, illidan could not shake his feelings of loss. even the festival that he had visited had not done much to lift his spirits. it had only confirmed to him how out of place he was in social settings.

the wind bit at him, but he trudged through it. there was a tired look to his lean frame, and his eyes had sunken into his dark features. he looked much older than he was. experience had shaped him into a man beyond his years. a disquieting old beast trapped in the body of a boy... but he would not have been a boy for much longer. illidan was months away from his first year of life. as he trailed the outside of their claim, he wondered how many more of those were in his future.