Two Rivers Isle blue dream

”I agree. I do not want to cause any problems.” There was no need. ”I do think that we should,” Ariadne agreed, ”And if they are not, we will leave.” It would be unfortunate, but they could not risk souring a relationship with a potential ally. 

When the stranger began to pick through the snow and debris she adjusted herself accordingly by lowering her gaze, flattening her ears, and tucking her tail between her legs. They smelled of the packlands. She meant no harm, and she hoped her body language was legible to the other wolf. 

”This is Two Rivers Isle,” the stranger said. ”Why so near?”

”This girl greets you,” she said, bowing her head. ”My name is Ariadne, and this is my friend, Fjall. We are from a village in the mountains called Moonglow.” 

”We are trying to return home, but the forest has made it hard for me to follow the sky’s directions.” She glanced at her companion before continuing. ”I was hoping that you might be able to help—as you know these forests better than we do.” 

She didn’t say anything else; if a friendship were to form, it’d happen organically.