Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

maybe somebody new? or somebody wanting to hunt? either or!

The winter stayed still.

Makan busied himself often with the rivers. When the rivers proved devoid of work for the day, he often kept an eye on caches. There was a contentment in knowing that he provided for the claim of the Isle.

That life may continue because of him!

Perhaps (most certainly) that was too bold of a claim to make, but still he held it close. For it gave purpose — and he carried that purpose with him as he headed off to the northern river. Nestled tightly against a forest beyond them.