Two Rivers Isle here comes dat boi

Trespassers were nasty creatures who Malice hated with a fiery passion. If it had not been for the old lady who carelessly swam in their waters, she would've been calmer. But no. With the female gone, either dead or chased away, she had been patrolling non-stop so she could spare others from a gruesome death. Her ears shot up. It was a call for her, from Issun, and it sounded rather urgent.

So, she rushed toward them, hackles raised her head carried low to protect her throat if the trespasser was already in their territory and good at hiding. They were like snakes, nasty big ones. Her paws thudded against the soft bedding of the isle as the freckled young man came into view- with a stranger. Without much thinking, she jumped in the water, swimming to the other side and placing herself next to him, ears cooped forward and tail carried high. She might've missed anything the female had to say, since it took her some time to get there.

What do you seek so close to our home? She smelled like pack. That was never a good sign. It triggered her memory thought, if just a tiny bit. The salt aroma mixed with pack could mean she was of the coast- maybe a pirate? She didn't know anymore.