Two Rivers Isle Care for dinner?

sorry for being a lil late to this! hope u guys still don't mind me hopping in!

Having now been cursed with the knowledge of who Colt was, Boone found himself worried. Not so much for himself, but for Iseul who had to deal with him. And it wasn't that Colt had done anything, per se, but it was the rotten grin and the Western drawl of his voice, the narcissism in his scarlet stare. Oh, and the strange woman he paraded around.
Seen some shit, they'd said! Did they take him for a useless knucklehead?
So, perhaps in a passive-aggressive fashion (but mostly to keep himself busy in the hopes that he would not run into him again unprepared), Boone follows Iseul's trail. He much preferred her company; the opinion had already been set in his black-and-white little mind. Iseul good, Colt bad, and Gun... somewhere in between.
Trudging along the outskirts of the isle and following the river's flow, it's not long before he hears what sounds like a gleeful shout, although it could have also been fearful. Legend. Somebody's... name, although he's hesitant to call it that. His ears swivel forward, and peeking through a twin set of aspens, they come into view: Iseul and a little black wolf.
He stands there for a moment, watching, before realizing how fucking creepy that is. Sorry to, uhhh, interrupt, he chirps, friendly as ever, oakwood gaze fixated on Iseul before it bounces over to the little one. she givin' you trouble, Iseul?