Ankyra Sound he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father

hoping for @Reyes @Clementine or @Scarab but i would also love to have @Rosalyn or @Erzulie

it was good that his adventures with cadeau had allowed him to collect a myriad of things to take to erzulie and rosalyn’s children. he had two large pieces of deer antler, a tusk from an aggressive boar, several swatches of prey pelt, and a stone that created dazzling lights if the sun struck it just right. the items were tucked poorly in the folds of the hide and he carried that in his mouth as he trekked toward where their den was stationed.
 
the warmth from the summer sun was enough to keep his pace brisk. it was nice to have felt something more than the chilling bite of the winter winds. all around them, the wilds had changed into a lush environment that did not even come close to resembling the frigid wasteland that it had before. illidan could only hope that the heat would stay for a while.
 
as he approached the den, he placed the gifts at his paws and released a soft chuff to announce his presence there.