Oystercatcher Tide Pools Seasons change

the stranger was joyous, calling out with a pleasant wave of his tail and a few bounding steps in approach. of course, illidan did not seem to mind one way or the other. the ghost regarded the happy fellow with a small nod and a few flips of his own tassel in return. the sharp yellow of his gaze drifted from the wolf to the water and back to the stranger again. he wondered where the unknown had come from. surely there weren’t any land masses out there that he could have ventured across the ocean from.
 
“where have you come from?” the young man’s voice rasped, haggard from the back of his throat in its retreat. illidan canted his head just slightly to the left, hoping that the stranger had heard his question. he wondered if there was an island out there; something near enough to swim to, far enough that it couldn’t be seen from his various perches on the shore.