Wheeling Gull Isle moubeda

Eti's eyes popped open and he looked at the red creature in front of him. He looked strange, not in a bad way. But his fur was not one Etienne was used too. He smiled though and shook his head.

Naw I be from de cliffs. I am Etienne. He offered his own paw in a small fist bump. The vibrations from this one were kind and he liked it.

Then the music stopped and the woman came upon them. Etienne tucked his tail and turned his gaze away from her. She was a woman, better than men. More deserving of his respect.

He grinned at the mention of his matant and shook his head. No 'er be my Matant um auntie. 'er my auntie Miereille. he rolled her name expertly and thought of his fun loving aunt.

I be Etienne in case you didn't 'ear me. You sing pretty like manman.