Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

Where once Etienne had smelled of salt and brine and sand and open air. He now smelled of loam and leaves and the musky scent of forest and glade. He missed the sea salt on the air and on his wolf. he briefly thought of returning to the sea, just for the scents to roll in sand and ocean. To be one with where he had been born, but he kept that small secret to himself. He would return of course.

There were weasels and small scent of hares. There was the scent of deer, but Etienne was unsure they would be able to hunt such as that. He even smelled the musky scent of fox. A fox pelt would be nice he had to admit, but the thought of killing something that resembled his brethren except for defense, felt wrong. But he would let Anselm decide.

Though at his small glance to the male beside him his heart squeezed painfully at the sight that met him. Sunset eyes in grey face. The afternoon sun peppering his pristine coat in dappled light. The shine reflecting there. Etienne had to swiftly turn away and take a deep shaky breath. How could such a man be alive and exist. Beauty incarnate. Almost as beautiful as his mother, the prettiest wolf in the teekon wilds in his opinion.

He made a decision and began to follow the deer scent. It was a limper, that much he could tell by the blood that lay against the grass and plants it had disturbed. Anything to keep his mind off the mountain boy that he'd move mountains for. Even though he didn't deserve it and it filled Etienne with such shame to have such a one sided something. He pointedly refused to exam the longing and the thoughts and focused on the task at hand.