Blackwater Islands don't lose faith

He didn't know what had happened at Sweetharbour.

Some short weeks ago, he had made a promise to find Abel and kero him safe. @Heda couldn't go, and neither could Caracal. They had the other children to keep and protect, and other paws to help them now. Nakano. John. Men of the fold.

And there was yet one lost sheep unaccounted for.

He would find Abel. And if he could not bring him home - the Lord would show what he was to do.

Everett's journey took him to a different collection of islands. They were deep, and dark, and wholly unwelcoming, unlike the one Heda and her kin had found pasture on. Everett wondered if he was a fool for coming this far for one who might already be lost. But he did not think on it long.

With head to the sky, he called for these wolves of Blackwater.

@Ptolemy

A visitor to his islands.

The Speaker called back, a long and low note meant also for @Pelagius and @Morgra, and set off across the Whispering Copse to the Druids' Isle where the visitor would be waiting. Still in recovery from his wounds, Ptolemy was wary; guarded in his approach.

Ah, but this stranger was quite beautiful; gilded, with stormclouds draped over his back. Ptolemy, who had always had a thing for blondes, softened by fractions as he took in the man's features. Hello, He greeted smoothly, halting at a conversational distance. For what reason have you called upon The Druids?

A familiar scent on him; that which The Hierophant (@Abel Elam) had once carried ever so faintly. Ptolemy studied him, curious now.