"Yes. Though milk for Nikko will not be easy to find."
Raul goes back to his wagon and looks through his supplies. "Should be enough for a few days."
He proves familiar enough with outdoor survival to gather some food, with Jiles' help, but clearly the small island can not long support even the adults.
After a few quiet hours, during which Raul says little, you hear the sound of barking dogs. The sounds come closer on the eastern shore of the river.
There is a sound of breaking branches and a young deer comes leaping from the shadows of the forest. It stares wide-eyed at the river, its nostrils flared, sweat shining on its hide. Then it wheels about, the sound of the barking dogs drawing closer. The deer flees northward along the river. Moments later, a man astride a black destrier emerges from the woods.
Although clearly in pursuit of the deer, clad as he is in the greens and leathers of a huntsman, he reins in the horse and shields his eyes with a hand as he looks across the river at you. He cocks an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his mustachioed face.
"My," he says, "what have we here?'"
