Two Rivers Isle My dad would have been so upset

Ulrich patrolled the southern river for no particular reason. Rather, there was a reason, of course, but he was mostly doing it to think. He had been filled with so much energy lately due to the success of this little pack and patrolling gave him a way to expend it usefully. Also, so many had come so quickly to the Isle that he now expected visitors on a near daily basis. This was an exaggeration on his part, but, to him, it felt as if newcomers were showing up like flies to a corpse.

Flies to a corpse? What a horrid way of putting it. Like bears to honey? But bears were enemies. Well. He'd have to think of a better way of thinking of visitors. None so far had caused any trouble, so perhaps his overcautious was unnecessary? Regardless, he patrolled.