Shadewood two hearts, too hard

The Isle was no more. Scattered, fragmented; and Boone knew not where Iseul had gone.
Much less at the forefront of his mind was the red-eyed westerner and his gang. If his suspicions had been correct about him, he'd either fuck off or take the land for himself. Boone found himself not particularly keen on dealing with it. He'd explore his options, he thought; take his business elsewhere for the time being. No use beating a dead horse. Maybe he'd come back to Iseul when the time was right.
The river's edge began to disappear from view behind him and his coat is given a rough shake. Directionless, his feet take him into the thick woodlands with heavy steps and a gentle sigh that passes from between chapped lips.
And then, he looks down. Whose goddamn baby was that?
When he tastes the air, he smells the piney bogwater Isle on the little guy's pelt. This must've been one of the kids Iseul was looking after. Hey, little man, he is gentle in his approach, cautious; this kid didn't know him, and he didn't know this kid, but his gut swims with the desire to help him. my name is Boone. Where's your mama?