Bearclaw Valley and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed

@Astara

the wearied figure of the black-capped ghost moved into the heart of the valley; a large rabbit was clutched in his jaws. illidan had already hunted enough to fill two caches within the pack. he felt that he had done well to prove himself useful to the dark mistress who had granted him permission to join their ranks. the intention was for him to take the plump rabbit to her and leave it for her as a sign of thanks. something told him that it had only been by the skin of his teeth that he had made it into their fold.
 
trotting toward where he thought her den was located, illidan searched the valley’s brush for the inky cloak of morgana. he hoped that the scent of blood would lure at least one of his pack mates out of hiding and into the light of day. so far, the gunslinger had only gotten to meet one other – a dark wolf called skoll who had followed him through the pack until illidan had noticed him. the boy with yellow eyes didn’t mind much. he had eyes for only morgana at that point.