Mount Apikuni go then, there are other worlds than these

Grezig snapped him from his thoughts, and the boy turned his head to her with a tired expression. The woman had done well to keep a watchful eye on him. Ever since he had trotted away... ever since he had found his father, she had donned the role of a shadow. Illidan didn't mind; he did not plan to venture far after his first excursion. Though the luring taste of wanderlust had crept through his bones, the hooded boy had remained close to the traveling band of wolves. While he did not speak much, he was always watchful of the wolves who joined them later on. He did not trust them all; he never would.

“Okay,” he told her after she had informed him of their next plans to move on. Really, Illidan would have followed them wherever they went. He knew better than to leave on his own at that point. Still, he assumed she was doing it out of some form of kindness, or protectiveness. Neither of those things were easily comprehended. Unsure of what more he should say, Illidan watched her with a furrowed brow and unblinking yellow eyes.