Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

His blue eyes were half lidded as he dozed. His tail flopped idly against the earth. But just before his muzzle started to bob down with drowsiness, his eyes reopened fully to yet more movement along the one of the river banks. It was not the same wolf, and glancing around he could see that now there were two. One brow raised as he peered absently at this white female. She did not approach either, and the other still seemed not to know he was even there. Rexxar shifted onto his elbows and considered his options.

He had been enjoying his rest, and so, resolved that he would continue it. Somewhere else. Less one of these two decide they want to socialize just as he was nodding off. The gray wolf got to his feet and, like a lazy steam, meandered his way further south through the stripped-bare trees.

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