Dragoncrest Cliffs Built to last but prone to fall

Because i love her and Etienne does too.

Etienne was much smaller than the average wanderer, but he couldn't spend a moment longer in the den. There was a type of grief there, that was heavy and overbearing and it suffocated and hurt. He had taken to keeping his head upward, watching for any sign of foul bird. So that he could hunker down and hope it didn't get him. His paws feeling the vibrations beneath him.

He found himself near the tangle following a scent and a vibration. He caught sight of his granme, and though he knew he would be scolded for being outside. He moved forward anyway to be near her.

Golden eyes set upon her and he chuffed quietly. Maybe she would see him. And maybe, just maybe she wouldn't scold, but he doubted it. He was not supposed to be outside, but he missed Req and he missed his happy manman. He didn't like this, this heaviness that everyone held. That he held. It hurt his tiny chest and made breathing hard.