Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

the premise of another creature attempting to gut a wolf had flashed across the boy's mind some vivid images of the bear that had taken their home from them and destroyed his family. he wondered, only for a moment, if the same burly beast had been the one to terrorize the wolves of the plateau. then, as his eyes roamed the scars of the male before him, illidan wondered what it was like to possess such strength that wounds of that magnitude could have been caused. even more than this, the wildling was impressed with the sun-touched wolf's ability to have escaped such a foul feat.

“impressive,” illidan muttered under his breath.

then, the dark-hooded savage realized that they were talking on the beach of his mother's intended claim. with that in mind, he straightened himself up and offered a ghostly smile that did not reach the hawkish yellow of his eyes. surely, caiaphas would have wanted someone like this brute with them; he was capable of having clawed his way out of horrific tragedy with the scars to show for it. “did caia-” he caught himself quickly and nearly bit into his tongue to prevent the name from tumbling past his lips.

“did my mother recruit you?”