Bearclaw Valley here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach

the other male beckoned illidan to cease his show of submission. the ghost blinked toward the leader with a confused expression; he would never have dared assume that he could stand taller than this wolf – than many within the ranks of ursus. had he not been accepted without a word? surely that did not come for free and he did intend to pay his debts before he’d consider leaving or considering the place more permanently.
 
within a few moments, the leader had offered his name – evien – and had provided his talent for healing to be his role within the pack. illidan was uncertain if he should offer his own skills, but before he could utter a word was being ushered toward the healer’s cache of supplies. the male spoke in such a way that the young ghost was drawn to him. his eyes followed the wolf evien before the leader turned back to him and asked if he would be coming.
 
“ah, yes,” he answered in a ragged voice, lowering his crown and stalking forward to follow the path that the medic set.