Ankyra Sound that it has returned to dust

a young voice suddenly cut through the shadows of the odd place, and velen froze, auds sweeping forward to thrust atop his head with a musing twist to his lips.
”i’m velen,” the mayfair-cairn murmured, approaching the direction from which the voice had come. ”rosalyn let my mate and i stay.”
it occurred to velen that he had never met the man named illidan either, and rosalyn hadn’t exactly been leadership when they’d joined. what exactly was this sort of place? he paused again, not wanting to startle the other wolf, who he had determined to be a child. no sense in scaring kids on his first month here.