Two Rivers Isle Abd al-Kuri sparrow

I am a simple man, Siskin assured her with an easy smile on his slender snout. The starlit glitter of his eyes danced.

If I have the water beside me, I can make a home anywhere.

It had been a while since he had put himself to use. There were few occasions when he would help fellow travelers hunt, feed them with his own wares. It was a matter of finding company for the owlish wolf. This woman seemed nice. She seemed like she was trying to found a place for her family. What better a cause?

I am called Siskin. Your name, miss?