Two Rivers Isle blue dream

Fed, well-rested, and anticipating their arrival at Moonglow any minute now, Fjall had a buoyancy to his step that had not been there before. This gait was still accompanied by a hindering limp in his hind leg, attached to the bruised hip he could feel quietly moaning beneath his fur, but the boy was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed: a far cry from his worried-looking travel companion.

Ariadne cautioned him, and he looked out over the river in an effort to spot any movement on the isle ahead. I smell them too, Fjall agreed. We should stay on this side of the river to be safe. Then he began to speculate out loud. Maybe they are a peaceful village? Should we meet them? It would be nice to return to Moonglow with new friends.