Two Rivers Isle spikeroog

@Troy

Snow clung to the ivory coat of the male. His lengthy limbs carried him through it without much effort, but the expression on his face painted the image of a vexed brute. Smokestep was growing impatient. He needed to find the waters that housed the black rock. He had spent enough time meandering the wilds with his sister. Though he was typically quite immovable in the face of her irritation, he was beginning to feel the ire that was flooding his body. He had bid Sandpiper a momentary farewell in search of prey, not caring whether or not she followed him. The pale brute had wandered through the thick wood and out into the open where he came upon open land and a small island that sat between two rivers.

The pirate sauntered down, mismatched eyes watching his surroundings with care. Birds flirted with him overhead, and the pallid Cairn flattened his ears to silence the majority of their senseless chirping. He longed for the water, and his internal compass was fixated on the rivers that ran on either side of the small islet. If he could bring fish back to Sandpiper, she would be sure to soften.