Two Rivers Isle A perfect halo of gold hair and lightning

Adylaide spent her days cutting out places amongst the land. Leaving her scent wherever she could , water, fur, claw marks. She preferred the trees and the  meadow to the rivers. The rivers still frightened her a bit from the day Ully had fallen in. The absolute fear that had transfixed her, she hadn't even felt it when she found her parents, or when they were running for their lives the first few nights after the attack. It just to lose him filled her with the upmost fear. And she spent the nights curled up next to him, as warm and happy as she could be.

She was on the side nearest the trees on the other side of where the meadow she had found was, when Ulrich's howl rose amongst the rolling hills of their little isle. She gave one last kick of her feet and then with small dainty paws loped towards his call. It was so lovely to see him anytime of day.

He stood there with a pine front in his teeth and she wondered at it, but she met him with her soft head all the same and a gentle sound in her throat for him.

Hello Ully!