Dragoncrest Cliffs Meet in the middle

Etienne knew his call was a quite one, but he was a bit ashamed really. That was what it came down too. He had left his family when they had needed him most. He had left them and ignored their calls and he had just gone. Perhaps Anselm was right, perhaps he was a coward or a fool, leaving his family like that. Maybe he would leave the sharp tongued mountain wolf too. Maybe that was what he was made too do, just leave. Never get attached or stay. Just do his duty and then leave. Help those he could, but form no attachments. That felt like it would be a lonely existence.

Etienne had known his mother would be worried. Hadn't he spent many nights worrying in return for her to worry after him. He hadn't meant to break her heart as he had. And that was probably what he had done. Or maybe she breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone. A child so hindered by their body, whose loud noises hurt his ears. Who felt the ground and it's vibrations acutely, could tell how other's felt. Perhaps that had been a burden for Manman.

Ear's pricked forward as a hushed noise came to him. The pounding of feet on sand and then his name on breathless lips. And there she was the prettiest wolf in the Teekon as far as he was concerned. His tail began to wag of it's own accord, and he felt his chest tighten and tears course down his face. As whines slipped from throat and betwixt lips to dance along the open air. His legs felt weak and wobbly. And all he could think, was how wonderful it was to see her.