Dawnlark Plains Sabat

The darkness and the call of the moon had pulled Etienne from the warmth of where he slept. He hadn't meant to come this far, and yet here he was. It was with surprise and a little bit of trepidation that he continued forward. After all you never knew who was out among the shadows of the night. And he didn't really want to end up on the wrong end of someone's teeth.

He briefly wondered if Anselm would even notice him gone. Then he pressed it aside. It wasn't as if he was going to be gone long, only time to stretch his legs it seemed. Because he wasn't sure what else had driven him into a need to walk.

He was struck by someone fire kissed and looking miserable. They looked familiar but he couldn't place. So with wariness and light paws he approached, but only close enough to be seen.

You bein okay? Yea?