Two Rivers Isle This world is only gonna break your heart

Ulrich was so busy eating that he did not notice whatever emotions might have flitted across Adylaide's face, but his ears perked up when she spoke. Pine fronds. That's a good idea. He paused. In the spring and summer we can fill this den with lots of pleasant-smelling things. I-If we... stay that long, that is. He glanced around. We may as well stay, or at least look around and see if this place is habitable. After we rest, I mean. He nodded to himself, having made that decision, and went back to eating, tearing off pieces of pungent flesh from the dead fox.