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

The girl was a welcome sight. If he got shaky or worried he could look up and her presence grounded him. He would do what he could to help where he could. He wondered if he should then leave Anselm in her care. But he rather hated to leave the pretty face boy even if he'd been such a bully. He hated his good heart. He shoulda left him to his own demise if it was written.

He tilted an ear towards her. I be Etienne. We be packmates. And i be a 'ealer. Nice de meet you miss. Raindrop. Dough i be sorry for dey circumstance