Dragoncrest Cliffs It holds me tight, this sorrow

Etienne knew he was not alone in his grief, and did he even have a right to grieve as hard as he was, when wolves like his Manman, his Auntie they had been with Erzulie, Roz, and Sobo longer than he had. His Manman was hurt, the wounds would forever scar and remind him of the terrible ordeal.

Etienne knew his looks would cause grief. When you wore the fur of a dead loved one, well it tended to cause sadness. And that hurt. It hurt that everytime anyone would look at him that knew his granme, they would see her first. But it also felt like a gift, that he could offer them a glimpse of what they missed. He gave a soft sniffle.

Etinne heard the noise of his manman and with hesitant steps he came next to her. Nosed upon her ruff, but tried to stay away from her wounds. He swallowed pressing it down down. The grief, the sadness, the pain and offered her a smile, not as large as he usually could muster, but it was there all the same.

'ello Manman. Are you okay?