Horizon Ridge he is too young to have learned to hate himself yet

thank u for saving this <3

the voice of a stranger shook him from his mindset and caused his head to turn sharply toward an unfamiliar figure. the young ghost latched his sights on the face of the male and he drew his skull upward in hopes that he would not give away his youth. though he was not yet a year, the wildling had learned more of adulthood than most others his age. illidan had shed the skin of a child several months before returning to the coast. it was only his frame that reflected his true age.

the remark was a peculiar one. it seemed that while this male was a stranger to the young boy, he was not a stranger to their pack. illidan drew his crown a bit higher and canted it to the side in a questioning manner. his ears were cupped forward and his hawkish gaze did not waver or turn away from the unknown figure at his front. he did not smell of the cliffs, so it seemed that he was not speaking directly to an enemy of his home.

“yeah, rusalka is my home,” he answered with a small nod of his head. “why?”