Two Rivers Isle if i killed someone for you

The judgement had been subtly delivered. This ‘Issun’ had become a helping paw to the situation ahead. Cry was fine with that. And if she felt fine enough to give up her name to this stranger, so would he. “Cry.” The alias left his dark lips abrupt and far from the gentle breeze of Gwen’s own name. But it was all he had to give.

An understanding nod from Cry solidified the interaction he had with Issun, and he punctuated it with “Good to have you, Issun.” Afterwards he turned to follow Gwen, who was back to searching for the wounded Elk. 

“Be on the lookout for an Elk about a year and a half old, tufted left flank and balding on the right shoulder. Has a twisted back leg.”