Two Rivers Isle He'd hold your hand,when the party was ending

For a few days now Etienne had been from Rivenwood. Anxiously walking through territories and brush. Golden eyes never far from the horizon. He slept when he felt like it, hunted when he wanted. And often found cool clear rivers to swim in and drink from.

The sun had risen clear and bright. And a sprakle of water had drawn his attention. Gloves of sand ashe walked. Nose twitching in delight. As freshwater and trees met him.

Across the two rivers he walked and sprawled out around him was absolute breathtaking. He sunk to the geound tail curled around haunches ans he hummed a shanty. It was beautiful.