Horizon Ridge And I know that you miss him, the way he used to listen

Etienne was not a hunter by any means. And he had in his walk about, disturbed quite a number of fowl and hares. They ran about all willy nilly, but he largely ignored them. Lost in his own thoughts and misgivings. He just was not sure.

Etienne saw a figure in teh distance, but before he could speak. She turned with a snarl and was almost upon him. Ears rose in idignation, followed by the fur along his ruff. He quickly back pedaled and shrunk backwards, but golden eyes blazed.

Bon bondye Wut a way to greet someone!

He wrinkled his nose in distaste. A feeling of irritation and surprise. His fur began to smooth, and the shake in his limbs lessened. He stared at the face looking back at him and startled realization drew him cold.

Vixen. Er I mean.