Two Rivers Isle for we don’t care about it

the touch and voice that replaces the soothing hums and ambience makes him jolt. someone you know? takara says. he gets over the shock and and sucks in a deep breath. “no,” he replied softly, “there was a couple last time i was here, but not a group.”  he lifted his head and took in another breath. if their markers could be noticed from here, than there must be many. it made him a bit wary. had they strayed too close. minori was right, this could be a new pack, one that probably wouldn’t take kindly to strangers being so close.

just then another wolf emerged from the trees. his breath caught in his throat. the stranger didn’t seem agitated nor friendly. he was just there. issun only knew when he was real when he slipped back into the trees.

an uneasy glance shuffled from minori to takara. silence lay upon them. he contemplated whether they should leave or not. they could be ambushed, but something kept him glued to the spot. childish curiosity perhaps. issun’s eyes narrowed. they had been through enough already, they needn’t quarrel with this band. the warrior grunted as he turned to leave. “i don’t like this. let’s g-”

before he could leave, someone called out to them. he hasn’t noticed him at first, he melted in perfectly with the dark outcrop of the woods. “no sir, we were just leaving.” he was stopped in his tracks again when the stranger called him by name. issun turned to get a better look at the male. the eyes gave everything away. “oh, it’s you!” it was the man that aided him in a hunt months ago. he walked closer to the riverbank with a swaying tail. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”