Otter Creek Save your breath, my brother

Ringing in his ears. 

His vision blurred. 

Etienne’s melodic voice. It stirred Anselm to life; two emotions mixing in yin and yang - resentment, and some other nameless, softer emotion he dared not breathe into life. 

A woman’s voice too. Anselm’s blurry gaze fixed upon her. He felt nauseous. Bile pressed against his throat, splattering at his feet with an acrid curl.

He wiped a paw across his burning lips. The world was topsy turvy and it was all he could do to force words from his hoarse throat. Vhere are we??