Two Rivers Isle Greeting Fellow Arthendal Members

Malice had been out hunting for once, over the river, to catch her favorite meal. Rabbit! They didn't live in Two Rivers Isle, seeing as rabbits couldn't swim, but that didn't mean they didn't live around it. She wanted to give little pieces to her sons, their first meat ceremony, since she thought they were old enough. Oh, how she hoped they would like it. Otherwise she would force it down their throats- if they didn't try. She was trotting back, pelt wet from the river water and smelling like it too, a fresh plump rabbit clamped between her jaws. When she reached the den however, both her sons were missing. 

Luckily she could smell, and thus she started tracking them down, finally stumbling on the two boys and a new female she did not recognize. She dropped the rabbit on the floor, muzzle bloody and eyes, one permanently squinting because of her scar, focused on the three wolves. Was this a trespasser? A new recruit? Who are you? She asked, a little dazzled.