Terra should really know better than to go walking in the city at night. When the darkness fell, out came the creatures who preferred it, the ones who could see little difference from the sun and the moon. He hadn't been watching her, certainly, but as Terra likely rounded one corner for a new block, Illidan happened to catch sight.

He had been out, scrounging, as he often did for sustenance. Since the uprising of the pests, the city had been remarkably clear of his usual fare. In the dark night, he'd looked up from the filth he'd been fastidiously picking through to catch sight of her. The glow of her magic was something he simply couldn't ignore.

And so, with swift feet, he caught up to her, silently approaching before slowing in tandem. "Good evening, child."