Ankyra Sound i aim with my eye

He didn't know what to say at first, and sort of scoffed as Illidan did his best to assuage his guilt (if that's even what he was feeling; Firefly wasn't even sure). The somber look that his friend gave to the sea was soon matched by his own gaze at the great blue expanse, and his one good ear turned when he heard the boy speak further. That's the problem with Rusalka, he murmured in response, we are a group of hot-heads that act without thought or compromise. Communication isn't our strength, but maybe when the kids come — maybe they'll all unite behind the next generation and start acting like a proper pack, a family. On that note Firefly's thoughts were distracted by a sudden idea: We don't treat one-another as family but we should. What if... What if we could convince everyone to become a family? Take a shared name, if only for the symbolism. He smirked as he said this; it was a little far-fetched to him, as if a little bit of pageantry could unite them in time for the births — but he looked to Illidan with wonder in his eyes, curious to know what he thought.