Sleepy Fox Hollow Looks like they're wanting out.

Etienne would need to clean his cheek soon. Face wounds were always so much worse even as shallow as this one. He rubbed his cheek along his shoulder painting it lightly red. It itched and tickled and the constant drip was irritating.

Etienne raised a wolfish brow. Not selfish? Anselm had done nothing but treat him lesser than since he met him. So far as to urinate on the herbs Etienne had been bringing for Mahler.

Etienne shifted. I am 'ealer. It be my job and w'y s'ould i not.

He briefly reeled as he remembered this way of thinking had gotten him in trouble before. It was why he left. He had put all his emotions down down. Told himself his family mattered more than he, their happiness, their life. It was his job to keep them healthy, and happy.