Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

He was wounded in such a way, it seemed almost fatal for his heart. She squinted lightly, concern seeping into her eyes as she regarded a man that she couldn’t figure out. He had chosen Heda, so said Etienne; and yet- he had nearly been willing to mate with her, and they hardly tolerated each other at best. She would have to suspend her judgement if she hoped for answers.

”Den help me, please,” She said, yearning for better understanding. ”Show me who you are, because I do not understand you, but I want to.” After all, it was possible that Etienne had misread Anselm as well- quite possible, considering how closed off the smoky man was.