Totoka River gospel truth

these days he rarely had need or want to depart from the isle.

yet he did so today. the air cool and sweeping him inland as he traveled along the river. he wondered if a second visit was due to the further in neighbors.

something to consider alongside heda.

he wondered what she might make of the small family's territoriality over multiple lands.

but this was not what drove him to the river today. it was to see the plants and the land, before frigid temperatures crushed everything in its path.

It was a familiar scent that led Vagabond from his home today. He approached with an open mind. He had tried once to approach the island to make amends but had been left waiting. It had left a bitter taste in his mouth, but if they were going to be neighbors, he wanted to try again. He approached with heavy footsteps, not bothering to hide his approach. He greeted the male with a chuff and a friendly smile, Hello again.

the man approached with a friendliness.

yet bartholomew could not help but think of the times he had come to their doorstep before. only to be greeted with far less warmth.

still he remained the image of a good neighbor. not inclined to start something over nothing. such would be well beyond his nature. blessed day. are you hunting? he inquired with a look towards the river.