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

in the weeks following, illidan would prove his worth to morgana in more way than one. for now, she studied him -- examining the nature of the lost boy who proferred her his most recent kill.

he was of a different make than she, cut of a different cloth. astara only wished he did not so painfully resemble the witch that had ensnared her merrick's heart.

she pulled the kill to her chest and picked it up, placing it along the corner of her den where she could eat later. when she resurfaced, illidan was still there -- astara gave a one-beat wag of her tail in silent gratitude.