Two Rivers Isle it's the living who are ghosts.

attn: @Ulrich / @Adylaide — wanted to see how this goes for TRI maybe, no pressure :)

Scents of two marked the land heaviest.

He gave a pause, a thoughtful lifting of a rear leg to scratch behind his ear. He felt the gentle strain of scar tissue on the underside of his neck.

The scent of two was not nearly as daunting as the scent of many, clustered together in uniform fashion. Yet he understood the fact that, in some ways, two might be even harder to appease. For they may have no wish for another!

However he could not call out, ask them properly about things and places. For no voice blessed him. Perhaps that alone would have him sent along his way by the pair. Regardless, despite his silent status, he remained respectfully on the fringe on their scents.