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

She listened to his kind words spoken through an accent. She had a few more questions, but didn’t want to overwhelm Etienne. She put that fact that he was also a pack wolf aside, there were more things to think about at the moment. — “Etienne, that’s a fine name,” she complimented, “As for the circumstance, I suppose it couldn’t have been controlled. Do you know, or have an idea what happened to him?”