Fox's Glade entomb

had it really been a while?
 
illidan’s features creased at the young man’s words, unsure if he had really been around long enough to have proven himself to this – the man he assumed was the one who led them all. still, he was not inclined to argue with merrick over the semantics of his membership. it had been a stroke of luck that had carried the dark-hooded ghost through the path of the bear and toward the valley pack. good fortune had met him in the shape of the dark witch, who had granted him passage into her home.
 
“mmm, just long enough to have assisted the dark lady in her fight with your neighbor pack,” illidan answered him in a voice that was gruff with weariness, but humble. he had wondered about this figure, having scented his presence on the edges of the pack but never having met the man. he wondered what the bear leader was like underneath that frightening face.