Blacktail Deer Plateau he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father

a soft chuff, and then she was there – the woman who had saved him. illidan swung his head around and peered at her with a gruff expression. his head was low and his youthful shoulders jutted from his back in reminder of how strong he was at that age. the boy wasn't so much boy anymore. he had grown into a sleek young man. even his chin had taken on some scruff.

“liri,” the boy said, though his tone could not be described as having been 'fond'. then again, illidan was not entirely a talker. his voice had remained at a gruff rumble ever since he hit his fifth month of life. it was something she should have expected if she had seen him in the past short while.

though his mind was occupied, the boy slowed down and waited for the pale woman to catch up.