Two Rivers Isle jinro

Ulrich heard the howl and went to meet it warily. It was strange how many had come to visit the isle all within a short time. And by "many" Ulrich meant three, which was far too many for his liking. However, the first two had been harmless and he was slowly growing accustomed to the idea of entertaining visitors. Always it made him anxious to meet someone along one river or another, but at least in case of a confrontation, whoever wanted to fight him would have to cross the river first, which would leave them at a disadvantage. Especially in winter, when the river was half-frozen.

He found her soon enough and studied her from afar. The water was sluggish with ice, so quiet enough for speech to take place across the way. Vaguely, he wondered how this would be remedied in the warmer months when the river would roar loudly. All those wishing for a conversation would have to meet him at a quieter bend, he supposed.

Hello, he began, ignoring the tight anxiety in his chest at meeting another stranger. Can I help you? At least he was no longer openly hostile towards others.