Hadama contemplated the island, or at least what he could see of it from the shore as Sunjata spoke. His curiosity was thoroughly piqued, and in the water his tail lashed twice as he considered how best to sate it, and what the risks and consequences might be. "How do you mean, strange?" he asked slowly, choosing the route of more information before making a potentially foolhardy leap into the unknown. "What do you see in them?"
He watched the island for a few more breaths before turning his full attention back to the Flood. Here in the Greatwood the air was relatively still; the winds of Deepfrost were mostly blocked by the great trees that sheltered the region, but though the Will-o-wisp had left the local fauna remained silent or in hiding, avoiding the strange visitors to their peaceful isle.
He watched the island for a few more breaths before turning his full attention back to the Flood. Here in the Greatwood the air was relatively still; the winds of Deepfrost were mostly blocked by the great trees that sheltered the region, but though the Will-o-wisp had left the local fauna remained silent or in hiding, avoiding the strange visitors to their peaceful isle.
