Big Salmon Lake in the middle of the day

'busy days'? the golden man echoed, giving the stranger a sidelong glance.

whether or not he received an answer, he would then say: i am iseldur, returning his gaze to the lake. a distant scent was amongst this mans pelt. you ... smell of cicero. are you, ah, from ... what did he call it, forneskja? a flick of his sunkissed tail, then.

cicero said you may have room for two more, but iseldur said this with a snort, revealing that he was not too keen on joining as of yet, and opening up the topic of his son, should the man before him ask who the other out of the 'two' was. his boy, cathal.