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

standing underneath her gaze was a fearsome experience for the withered young man. she did not look at him with disdain as much, not like the first time she had met him on the edges of the pack. this was progress that he could take note of, which filled him with a mixture of excitement and fright. the ghost knew well enough that it was a thin line, and he could cross back over to the other side without much effort.
 
when morgana gathered the food and took it into her den, illidan breathed for the first time and did what he could to settle his quickened pulse.
 
the dark witch returned to him and offered a wag of her tail. the dim gold of his eyes latched onto that and sealed it away in his mind. holding his head low and keeping his sights trained on the woman’s chest, the boy felt that he could manage more of a climb in her favor. “i’d come to see if you… needed me for any task,” he spoke to her again, voice hitching against the back of his throat.