Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

Unsurprisingly, the urgent summons of Burke's siren had not been the only think to draw the rosy youngster towards the scene; the enticing odour of a weakened creature caused his nasal glands to go berserk and he emerged from the mossy entangles of the woodland with a wild glint in his eyes, fur bristling with interest and tail held at a curious angle. A slight sense of relief washed over his form as he recognised the stoical figures of both Burke and Malice who were already hot on the scene. As he neared the duo, his paws slowed to a halt, stopping to fall into place beside Burke as his deep copper eyes silently observed the scene before him. The weakened body of a bear lay not far from their paws, its actions slow and sluggish and its flanks heaving, ribs protruding dangerously from everyone's common enemy; starvation. Hackles raised, he forced his paws to stay planted firmly upon the dry ground as he awaited instruction from his Royals.