Dragoncrest Cliffs Barracuda

Etienne was a ghost upon the borders often. There was something to be said of the silence that filled the edges of the borderlands and kept him moving with the vibrations in the earth. HE felt a feeling of dread the entire day, it had gotten worse. Could he answer why of course not. Honestly, it was probably from being so worried of the young males that his sister couldn't find. Quennell and Swordfish. He didn't know them well, but he knew enough to know they met as much to his family as did his brothers, and sister and him. That one was his uncle.

So it was with absolute tightening fear that he found the two upon the borders, broken, bloody and asleep. He forced himself to run to them, but the smell that wafted from their wounds and the way they lay so still. He couldn't get much closer to them as of yet.

One still stood and he raced forward anxiousness coloring his face, as he tried to find cobwebs, aloe, and howl for his manman @Chacal, His granme @Rosalyn anyone who could hear him @Sobo.

He licked at the face of his uncle. His voice scared and high in his words. Tonton Quen. There was so much blood and bile. His stomach rolled and boiled. How he wanted to throw up there in the sand, but this was a time of action not reaction.
All this did was reaffirm, that you left the borders and terrible things happened.

Swordfish? he croaked at the boy only a few moons older than him,