Dragoncrest Cliffs He's a little wiser, a little older

Etienne had slept fitfully at first, but a few nights into his return. He had slept soundly, but had been plagued with horrifying and heart breaking dreams. And he saw the betrayal that would surely show up on Anselm's face over and over again. For he knew the dearest face to him, well. And his heart broke anew each morning as he woke up and realized he was a horrible wolf. He had done the one thing he had promised not to do. More broken promises by Etienne Dahomey-Rivaini.

Etienne traveled the length of the beach. He pulled the seaweed from the driftwood and piled it nearby. He'd sort it.

He took moments to simply breathe and exist. Was he happy? No. But for the moment he was sad, but content in his working paws.