Two Rivers Isle So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

With the greenery beginning to flourish within the dull background of the Wilds, more substantial prey was once again beginning to trickle back into the grasps of the wolves. Shink had been by the river, replenishing his raging thirst after the heat of the day had worked its way through the charcoal guard hairs of his pelt and into his skin, evaporating most of the liquid he had once stored. Now though, the voice of Aeronwyn had drawn him away from the flowing currents and deeper inland. He emerged from the brush, his copper gaze flicking for a moment to the dark dame before focusing entirely upon the elegant body of the pale vixen, a somewhat questioning sheen clouding his eyes. A slight breeze tickled his nasal glands, filling them with the sweet scent of stag and he twisted his head round to rest his sights upon the beast, sinking back into the shrubs with all the subtlety he could muster. Never before had he hunted game as big as this; his pack usually pursued other sources like rabbits. Nevertheless, his instincts assured him that is was roughly the same principle; chase, bite, kill, and with any luck, the creature would be weakened by the drawback of food the famine had caused making it theoretically easier to bring down.