Ankyra Sound lost at sea

An exhale of relief came as he agreed to her request, asked on a whim but born of true desire to learn. She imagined that in this, the basics would not suffice in keeping their land. Truth be told, if she could have avoided learning more she would have. By nature, Tunerk preferred peace. But Rusalka needed her. This, she could sense by Illidan's every word on the matter. How could she not rise to the challenge for them? After what they had done for her? Circumstance made her more than willing now, and she was glad that she would now have an instructor. Sure, Illidan's age was similar to her own... but he had fought far more battles than she had in her lifetime, and had seen them, too.

Tunerk found herself so excited that she had forgotten her own hunger, though the snarl of her stomach punctuated his final word. Sheepishly, she grinned. Yes, lets, Tunerk hummed, tail waving as she bounded in the direction he gestured. First, food; then, lessons. After a nap, maybe.