Dragoncrest Cliffs And maybe just a little bit colder

Etienne shook his head sadly. Non. I am not. I do not, cannot act as everyone does. I care too muc' for otters. For any wolves dat be needin' me.

Etienne smil3d sadly. A soft sound in his throat. I left because I was sad. We 'ad lost uncle solo, and otters, den bot' granmes and de grief de grief was too muc' at de time for me. And I 'urt our loves ones w'en dey be looking at me because I look like our granme Erzulie.