Barrow Fields Nursing the wounds of yesterday.

once back, illidan helped the stranger dress his wounds to the best of his ability. he remained with the unknown figure for a short while before he felt the itch in his paws to leave. it was too risky to spend that time with someone new. though it was a foolish fear, illidan could not help himself but to think about all the damage that would follow those who became close with him. the wilderness had done him a favor; he was always intended to be alone.