Two Rivers Isle We're painted red to fit right in

As evening drew near and the light began to slowly diminish, so did the heat, blessing the Isle as the temperature dropped to an exceedingly comfortable level. The agouti boy found himself trotting through the shaded trees as he neared the edge of the woodland, relishing in the the cool spell as he emerged from the underbrush and out into the meadow. Perhaps he could spend this time developing his tracking skills, hunting down a rabbit if he could just like he had seen his father do countless times. With his nose to the ground as his ears pricked for an put sign of movement, he let his paws carry him onwards through the wild flowers, a light breeze tickling his pelt as he moved through their swaying stems.

His nostrils flared as the enticing scent of the critter flooded into his glands and he paused, one paw in the air as his gaze followed the direction it had been going. No sign of it yet. With an annoyed flick of his tail, he swivelled his head back to look at the forest, waiting to see if one of him comrades would join him on this rabbit expedition.