Wapun Meadow imfou

Etienne headed the way the girl had been. He would try and find her family. And if he couldn't he could hunt at least.

Paw step to pawstep and a crumpled figure caught his attention. Nose twitching and eyes blown wide as he caught the scent of her. An an irreplaceable jealousy stirred so heavy and hot in his chest it momentarily brought him to his knees. It had been her scent that Anselm had worn into the packlands.

Etienne had to take a deep gulping breath as tears sprang to his eyes. He looked around anxious to hunt for an escape route and yet his heart couldn't let him let her there all forlorn.

So he sucked in a breath the salt of his tears tight on his tongue.

You be okay? His voice thick with emotion.