Two Rivers Isle in sickness & in health

There wasn't a sliver of fight to be found in rolling blue eyes as they drifted up to the dark shape — his ears swiveling to the sound of the low voice accompanied by its presence. It was more that than anything that shocked the tiniest bit of consciousness into his mind. Magpie. That much he could recognize. Even yet still, the quiet warmth of a voice so often jeering or lying, warped into something comforting in a sea of despondency. 

Still yet, a reply of words did not follow, instead just a pitiful whine. 
Still yet, a form of agreement, it felt like the cold plagued him down to the tips of his nails.

The warmth of the other's breath was enough to make him tip his head toward the other, as if it'd be enough to convince Magpie to become a wolfish blanket. Instead, the warped sound of a howl bounced down through the woods toward them, some stranger beckoning.

He didn't process it until he had been roughly scruffed, shuffled up and pushed - a pained exhale slipping between the gasp of his jaws, trudging with all the grace of a fawn too quickly plucked from the grass. His stomach flipped, but they were moving, away, away, away and he didn't want to know why. For once, the anxiety curdling his stomach wasn't stoked by Magpie, even as warm whispers coaxed him onward, but the thought of someone else, seeing him like this. A confused, mangled thing. 

magpie relocates cormorant from the two rivers isle — leaving any hint of their presence a fading trail on a blessedly frozen stretch of river.