Sleepy Fox Hollow Pirates are landlocked

Etienne had slowly grown a routine in his days here in the pack lands. He would patrol the borders in the morning, even though he wasn't a fan. He'd hunt too. Mostly small rabbits, birds, voles. They didn't much a meal make, but they were good for snacking. He'd leave them in a nearby cache. Then he'd go and he'd seek out the local flora and fauna. Learning all the secrets if he could what these plants did.

Though sometimes a memory would catch him off guard, and he'd have to cry or stand still. Much like he was doing today. He thought of his Granme Erzulie, whose face he wore and he remembered her lesson on seaweed. He wondered if Mahler knew that too?

He looked around to share it with the man, but still didn't move from his spot.