Two Rivers Isle a draco tale

Collision admitted he didn’t know anything, earning an inscrutable look from the yearling. Before he could think of what to say next, if anything at all, another voice cut into the conversation with the answers he sought.

Cambria’s distinct eyes swept to the she-wolf who paused some distance away, though not far enough that he couldn’t make out the incredulous expression on her face. Her posture declared her ownership along with her voice. She called it an isle, which earned a snort so quiet, only the other man might hear it.

Cambria noticed how quickly Collision deferred, offering his apologies to the woman. He didn’t follow suit. The yearling’s posture didn’t shift at all, his composure remaining entirely neutral as his fur continued dripping on the bank, slowly mixing dirt into mud.

I wouldn’t mind learning more about your pack, he replied to her question.

He had been traveling along the coast for quite some time now and hadn’t come across his own kind in weeks. Cambria didn’t much mind the solitude, particularly after growing up with only his mother for company. But he so enjoyed learning, sometimes from his fellow wolves.

What could these two teach him?