Dragoncrest Cliffs only equals speak the truth

so wrapped up in his searching, illidan did not even notice that he had been approached by a stranger until the other wolf spoke. the wildling spun on his heels, hackles bristling instinctively, and squared up with the stranger. the other male was not familiar to illidan. he had never seen this wolf on the cliffs before, and he did not carry the same saline scent as the others who had called drageda their home. he must have been from further inland somewhere. in the back of his mind, illidan recalled the scent as being familiar, but he could not place a name to it.
 
“i did not. i live down there in rusalka,” illidan answered him with a gesture toward the pack in the sound. this was when tunerk found her place beside him. the young man pressed his shoulder against her own to let her know that it was alright… they were not in any danger. this was foreign enough of a thought that it even rattled him, but he did not want the other male to think them savages.