Fox's Glade entomb

"be ready to kill," merrick said with a low laugh. he thought with great love of avicus and aventus, of their keenheart mother and how she had christened them in blood over and again. how blood had bathed ursus. how it had washed away the sins of the past and brought them revelry in a crimson present.
illidan would learn such things, merrick decided, if he did not know already.
"do you have ambition?" he asked, words semi-swallowed by the rush of a sudden cold wind that knifed at the expanse between he and the somber man. merrick searched him with the single probe of his sharp yellow eye, feigning knowingness even though illidan largely remained a closed tome.