Two Rivers Isle stark, hollow town, carson city lights

No fight, no steal, no lies. Colt and friends — whoever the hell Colt was — and two puppies. A simple life, it seemed, and Iseul was definitely nice enough.
But the way she says Colt's friends, trouble is not good for Isle; implies something greater than a peaceful life. There is stress behind it, a twinge of something he can't quite put a note on. And truly, it's sympathetic; if she's all alone in leadership, especially with two little boogers running around, she could benefit from some extra hands, right? 
At this point, it was more for the accented lady with the forest eyes than for himself. Though he certainly wouldn't complain about settling down for a bit, either. 
If you'll have me, he flashes a cheeky little grin, teeth poking out from blackened lips, then raises a paw and presses it to his chest. Boone sure can do that, Miss Iseul. So long as you've got clean waterways for 'im to rinse off.