Two Rivers Isle Sandpiper

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the chestnut pup seemingly lost interest in his new 'play toy' and waddled back towards the Queen, a huff of amusement sending dust particles swirling within the forest. The fish skin lay forgotten in amongst the mossy branches that concealed the opening to the nest and the rosy gold boy flicked his ears in surprise. Malice was obviously caught up in greeting him, the new recruit or so he was called, but perhapse the two youngsters would eventually stumble upon its salty remains and make some use out of it. By the looks of their slightly dishevelled pelts, they too had been trapped in the tail end of the famine yet, much like himself, they had managed to pull through. Even if the pups hadn't fully accepted him as one of their own yet, he guessed that the other three already had. A fond twinkle created a sheen across his dark copper orbs as Vassago charged forwards to wrestle with Malice's leg. Nevertheless, he dipped his head in consent, glad to finally hear the names of the duo be spoken. "I departed my old pack when the conditions were at their worst," he voiced briefly in reply to her question, "I guess you could say I was searching for a safe place to reside after the turmoil of the famine.".