Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

Eti roamed far and wide lately. Anxious and irritable, but he had no where else to go at the moment. So he stayed in a pack that hated him. Just punishment he supposed for leaving his family.

It was with a healers heart he followed the scent of blood and was surprised when he came across a broken Anselm.

Anselm! he called out and ruahed forward. Eyes assessing everything quickly. The putrid smell of cat hit him and he grumbled.

gotta clean em. Den antiseptic.

He looked at the girl. Do you know plants? Can you get me some reeds and I will 'ave to clean dis. For infection sets in.

He bent back down and slowly licked along the cheek of the brooding boy. Who lay still.

Joli figi, kè lèd