Grouse Thicket cry wolf [malice]

Her sunset orbs wandered over his youthful frame for some more before he agreed to her silent wishes. So he could read - read her wordless thoughts inside the ones said. It was an interesting skill she hoped would one day be perfected by herself, too. Ysengrin was his name, and although it sounded rather foreign, she liked it. It wasn't like anything she had heard before, and a real treat for her vessel that loved exploring other ways and cultures.

Dreamspinner - I assume you can find your way to the isle once you finish your adventure here, yes? She asked, straightening herself out with a wag of her tail.