Two Rivers Isle blue dream

At the riverwolf’s answer, Fjall looked to Ariadne, who expressed surprise at having gotten them turned around. He pressed his side into hers, reassuring the young scout that he didn’t blame her. The woods they’d been in were the thickest he’d ever come across. It stood to reason that this was the cause of them drifting off course, and he wasn’t worried in the least. He did, however, have to rein in his excitement about reaching Moonglow by evening.

The stranger offered a word of warning about the woods then, and again the boy turned lavender eyes to his travel companion for confirmation on how they should feel about this. Were they in danger now? Should he be worried? He deferred to her on these matters, as he was in no shape to do any protecting or even prolonged running.

Once past this, Fjall’s tail started to wag again when the nameless she-wolf asked about the sky. He nodded as Ariadne answered aloud, tilting his head at the kind, accented riverwolf as he listened for her response.