Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

He had seen enough in the north; perhaps he could return when conditions were better for travel; that is, when the threat of starvation was not hiked higher in the wake of the locust swarm. Rexxar headed west along the shore until he reached the small stream that bled into the sea. He turned at the brackish water and headed inland then, and the further he travelled, the more he realized he would not be able to travel enough to escape the devastation wrought by the locusts. Spring had come and gone in mere days; what once was green was now stripped bare as if the season had not come at all.

Betwixt the split in the river, in the poor shade of a barren tree, Rexxar scratched the earth until he had reached cooler soil. Turning twice, he settled down for a mid afternoon rest, limbs outstretched as he reclined on his side. The sun was hot overhead; if he became warm, a refreshing dip was not far away.