Coconut Grove sometimes they fall down for no reason at all

there was a call that was carried to him – the sound of a bark from someone he ought to have known.
 
illidan froze in his trek and turned with a weary expression toward the pale figure. ah, he thought, clenching his jaw tightly against the uneasy prick that he had forgotten this person. the ghost knew that this was someone he should have known. the name escaped him. the sound of the other’s voice was nothing but a distant memory that had been washed down by all of the terrible things that had happened since the fight with drageda.
 
the haggard young figure stood mutely to see if the pale figure would come closer or would opt to depart. something in the gaze of the other wolf seemed… knowing, hurt, but illidan did not know why or how this had happened. an uneasy sense of loss filled his gut. what have i done to you?