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

Eti smiled as she settled back down. He moved to sit curling tail around darkened paws. Golden eyes swept over Anselm again. A furrow inbetween showing his worry, but nothing more.

. Ot sure myself. I 'appened on 'im just by accident. Smell a blood drew me forward. On de coast dere be t'ree. Little way dat way be 1 ally wit' some of de coast wolves. Odder dan dat. Not sure.

He looked at the bully with a sigh. :: 'e and i be far from 'ome. :