Two Rivers Isle a painful truth.

Miriam blinked at him, not understanding the phrase 'hail,' but assumed he meant a sort of acknowledgement of her presence, but beyond that, she could not tell. Though he was alone as she was, she smelled none upon his pelt, and neither was there more around. Only him, seemed to be at the isle. A handsome man, of browns and creams, color unlike her own lilac-hued grays.

"I am Miriam, Miriam Iris Willows. A pleasure to meet you." Polite, she would introduce herself with a dip of the head to the man, now finding and facing the unfamiliar one.