Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

Suddenly, the figure ahead seemed to falter in his steps. Kingfisher paused, his eyes latched to the dark stranger with interest. The other wolf seemed to grow upset at his misstep, snarling in reaction to having hooked his paw against the root. At this, the ghostly figure smirked – his dark lip curling into a half smile on his face. Then, all at once, the dark wolf seemed to notice that he had a tail other than the tassel attached to his rear. Smokestep hunkered himself down and squinted his eyes intently as the strange wolf peered through the trees in search of whoever was following him. Fate could only conceal the pale pirate for a few moments longer, he knew this much.

With lengthy limbs, the Cairn child began to drift forward. His mismatched eyes held the dark figure in their grasp. As he passed between the gnarled trunks of the trees, he cared less and less about being seen. Already, he could see the bristling fur and the sharp glint in the golden eyes of the dark wolf. For a moment, he found familiarity in those embers. Quick to shake it away, Smokestep sauntered forward to close the gap between them.