Two Rivers Isle Hope dangles on a string

These people were few, but they were enough for Goliad, for now. He was pleased with their progress; it meant he would survive the winter above all, but, he knew himself to be invested in the plight of these winter wolves at this point. He needed to know their stories, and to commit them to memory. He could not leave them with the ending unfinished.
When their song rose up he found the sound of it beautiful, and so familiar that his heart hurt. His own nose tipped towards the sky and he crooned a note of his own - and wondered afterwards as his voice faded, if anyone from the Sandsea might hear him.