Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Surprisingly, Druid came towards him — but not before a pair of overexuberant kids sped past. She aimed a nip at one child’s tail, turning to focus her darkened face on the tracker. 

The end of the month would come sooner rather later. Anselm marveled at how the days simultaneously sped past and dragged. He wondered how this pack gathering would fare and winced, remembering he’d see Etienne there. 

Etienne. 

Anselm shoved the image of the seaborn’s tear-stained face aside. The hurt displayed in Etienne’s expression had wounded him possibly deeper than any word could. 

Vhat needs to be done to prepare? He asked, suddenly emerging from his reserved silence to glance at Druid, whose shadow now cast over him.