Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

His ears lifted as his blue eyes came to a pause on movement along the river bank. Soon, he discerned the shape as another wolf, but she was not headed in his direction and seemed to take no notice of him at all. Content where he was, the smoke-and-ash wolf remained still. He could feel the heat of the sun as it warmed his coat, but not to a degree that was uncomfortable, owing the cool earth against his flank, ribs and shoulder. Though most of the locusts had gone, a straggler hummed past his ear and was shooed away with a quick flick of his head.