"Quite enviable, ancestor."
When Malin returned Clovis back to her post and came back again, the fisherman sitting there finally lifted his head, the young werewolf looked at the bobber, exclaiming without turning his head.
"I'm curious, how did you get here?" Malin had the World Tree Sapling weave a chair for him, sat down next to the child, and looked at the bobber moving with the waves on the water's surface.
Lately, for some unknown reason, children started appearing in Malin's sight again, though he wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a harbinger of something bad.
The Semi-Plane began to rain, a herd of deer walked across the river, these natural spirits watched Malin and the werewolf, lowered their heads to drink water, then left.
The bobber remained swaying with the waves, without any deviation.
"I live here." The young werewolf responded.
