Two Rivers Isle a draco tale

The stranger relaxed and a moment later, shed this title (“stranger”) with the offering of his name. Cambria met the introduction with a blink, regarding Collision as he seated himself on the shore. He neither followed suit, nor offered his own moniker. His face remained coolly expressionless, though he did arch an eyebrow at the man’s riposte.

I wouldn’t know anything about that, he said, feeling no particular need to share that he’d grown up on a proper island, swimming almost every day for much of his early life. You know what I’m wondering? he rejoined in the next breath. Does a pack live here? Do you live here?