Felltree Marsh alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them

the story should have elicited something kinder in him. he was careful to listen to all the details that she shared. he still didn’t fully understand what she might have done to cause such trauma in herself or in others. he wasn’t sure that she knew the situation that she was in. the wilderness did not care if she had done something bad, if she had killed someone. nothing about where she was cared about her past or the troubles that had followed her. he wondered how she had survived that long… how had she even found him?
 
as baffled as he was that she hadn’t died somewhere along the way, he did not know how he was supposed to react to her confession. he had to have known that her life had been very different from his own. the few details that he’d gotten from her had told him that, at the very least. as much as he wanted to knock some sense into the girl, he knew that it wouldn’t have done any good. he would have only been fulfilling what she’d thought to be true of the wolf.
 
“so what?” the dark-hooded young man blurted with a shrug of his shoulders and a frown. he hadn’t fully intended for it to come out that way, but that was how it had arrived. she was worried about fussing over his wound, but he had suffered through far worse than the gash in his shoulder. illidan had a darkness in his head that would never fade and could never be healed back to normal.
 
“listen, you’re in a totally different world now. you don’t have the same surroundings, and this place,” he gestured with his muzzle to their surroundings in a sweeping motion, “this place will eat you alive and spit you back out without a second thought, if you let it. you’re going to have to decide whether or not you want to survive out here.” the words seemed harsher than he meant them to. he didn’t want to tell her off, but he was concerned that she didn’t fully understand her circumstances.
 
all that the boy could think about was the flashing of fangs and the clash of bodies that had taken place on the cliffs of drageda. he could not picture cadeau in that mess. she would have been another lost life, and that was both frustrating and saddening for the boy to imagine. if he couldn’t reach her – if he couldn’t make her understand that acting on her instinct was going to mean the difference between life and death – he was afraid that she would fade away and the wild world would extinguish her.