Ankyra Sound imma break that birdy's neck

vercingetorix…
 
the name was something to marvel at, if he was being honest. illidan had not heard of anything like it before, but he didn’t think it appropriate to comment on the other man’s moniker. they had only just been formally introduced to each other, after all. the ghost nodded his head softly and then drew his head upward in order to provide the dark male with a proper name of his own.
 
“i’m called illidan. come on and i’ll give you a small tour before i leave you to settle in and make yourself at home,” the wildling remarked, gesturing with his muzzle for the brute to follow. his mother seemed to slip away from them, moving toward her own goals. truth be told, he was almost grateful that she was leaving them. it was not because he did not trust his mother, but because he did not want to let her down in his actions. illidan had only ever wanted her to be proud of him.
 
the boy led the man through the territory before letting him on his own. once they had parted ways, illidan ventured to the blackpine and found a dim corner where he could rest.