Herbalists' Cache Was scream “Please don’t call 9-1-1!”

Etienne's paws were scabbed mostly and his head still smarted now and again. The burrs and leaves and branches still adorned his coat, he couldn't be bothered to loosen them up from his sandy fur. The mask that his mother loved, that reminded her so much of his granme, it was matted around his eyes and mouth where he went between bouts of sobbing and slobbering to full on fits of rage that his granme's were both gone. He knew this was foolish, but he just couldn't calm himself down anymore. He was tired of holding the whole world up, or so it felt.

He heard the sounds of another and twisted around to stare beyond where he was. Warm golden eyes narrowed and colder than normal. Who was near him and was it safe.