Two Rivers Isle life is sweet, in the belly of the beast

There was a distinctly acidic smell wafting through the area, and while he caught it for a moment, it was gone the next. The girls were talking amongst themselves; he heard the sounds but made little sense of it at first, until the mumured, —doesn't feel— which lodged itself within his skull. It was calm here. Surely it was tense, they were tired, there was something going on that he should've been aware of, but instead the stranger found himself content with the quiet. The rain would only get worse but for now it was a light drizzle, and he could withstand that, at least.

There were no shadows here to cause them harm. These two — he turned sharply, maybe because of a raindrop hitting him square on the snout but who really knows, and looked at their communal silhouettes. They weren't including him but that was alright; the stranger watched them with one fascinated eye, and opened Screech's mouth as if to say something — Not dead, — but all that came from him was a breathy exhalation, closer to a whine or a subtle protest than any verbalization.