Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

the stranger jumped, and illidan too found himself standing quite rigidly in the snow. the young man's eyes were wide as he peered on to the woman, though she did not seem to be of any harm to him or their home. she greeted him warmly and opened their dialogue with a prompt introduction. then, she made a remark about her distaste for the snow. the wildling turned his sights toward his feet, struck silent by the overwhelming tumbling of words that had fallen from her mouth. when a question lingered in the air, he felt foolish for not having answered it.

“ah... no.”

finally, he'd managed to sputter something so he didn't appear a mute. with a swift turning of his head and a motion with the length of his muzzle, the hooded man made a gesture back to the sound. once he fixed his sights back on the dappled woman, he offered her a ghost of a smile. “i'm back that way, closer to the water,” he offered her with a gruff tone for his lack of years. then, realizing that she had offered him a name and he had stood there as though his tongue had been tied to his tail, the youthful savage dipped his head a ways before saying, “my name's illidan.”