Smile; it feels good

The man laid himself down next to him and glanced at the water before going on about his opinion of it and into a story about where he had come from. It was good for him to listen, to get his mind off his own thoughts about his past. He spoke of sailing over on a raft, whatever that meant, and how he met other animals swimming alongside it that spoke in weird sounds that he apparently couldn't understand. The hat, which he was questioning about in his mind, had also apparently come from the place this man had come from. What was it? The forgotten isle? He'd never heard of it before, but frankly he'd never seen another that looked quite like this strange man. He was small from an adult and oddly shaped compared to the rest of the wolves around here. What was a dog, anyway?

Outlaw went on while Grimshaw listened, questions bubbling in his mind. Where would he begin? Should he even ask questions? Finally, something blurted out. "What's an island?" He asked, looking at the older man finally.