Ankyra Sound lost at sea

she asked about the things that had taken place in her absence. the dark-hooded young man dipped his head and cast his gaze toward the towering cliffs where the wolves of drageda had taken hold. most days, he felt as though their looming form would swoop down and extinguish whatever fire remained in the rusalka group. when things had grown too quiet, he fretted for the well-being of his mother, his sister, and his brother. it was not wise to exist in a state of uncertainty and fret; the toll it had taken on him was more than astounding. his youth had been stripped from him long before that, but it had only made it all the more evident.

“i think we're in trouble, tunerk...” the ghost remarked to her in a quiet voice. “after the fight that we had, rosalyn came back to us, but it feels as though they are looming over us and waiting for a moment to strike.” this was not the welcome back that he had wanted for her. illidan had not yet learned how to soften his words for the benefit of others. his hawkish gaze returned to her pale features and he waited to see what insight she might have on the subject of further war. he wondered if she would regret ever having come back.