Two Rivers Isle From Peru to Cebu, hear the power of Babylon

she followed his direction to look towards the mountains, head tilting in the slightest. she hadn't traveled there, at least not in her active memory she hasn't. they looked big, to say the very least. but it also brought a lingering question of what this boy was doing so far away from home -- did scouting require such mileage away from what he knew?

to her foreign ears, she could come to agree that his words did not make sense. but she would decide to leave this part out for the sake of making something good for the isle from this. "some," she comes to tell him, "friends and family here in isle." had he wanted a number answer, atreus would be stuck because Iseul was still learning how to say them properly as well as committing them to memory.

and as for packs? 

"none. isle is alone. some others here wanders. but no groups." in one way, it brought peace to iseul. they were secluded here, away from the risk of war and others. but it also was a place of loneliness, there were no bonds and allies to grow out in the hinterlands. "iseul has friend, in moontide by ocean." she comes to point in the general direction of the path she took to reach the tide pools where she once met Heph. "only close pack to isle." but 'close' was more of a stretch these days.

"what atreus call his home? many there?" it was only fair to ask the same questions back, although Iseul did so more to allow the boy to speak of his own home if he had any desire to. it was unlikely that there would be a chance to form a strong bond with a group so far away, but one like Iseul could always hope at least.