Bearclaw Valley "You have forgotten the face of your father.”

the ghost followed his new dark master wordlessly. his head was held low and his frame was unassuming and ragged in its appearance. he looked years beyond his age. illidan knew nothing about the thoughts that raced through his new leader’s mind – thoughts of signs from something greater. his run-in with the bear had been the spark that brought the flame to life. that simple twist of fate was the only reason he had been placed in the ranks of the ursus wolves.
 
time would tell how well the pack suited him, or whether he could repay the silent morgana for her kindness.