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Etienne didn't know much about the wolf Amadeo. He pointedly ignored him. Had since the beginning. He was not in his small circle.

Etienne had assumed wrongly that no one knew he was here. Heda and Druid wouldn't tell anyone. And hardly anyone ever came this way. It had been his own little recluse spot. So he felt safe that he could work here. Forgetting that voices carried and his was distinct.

But all too soon he felt the prickling of fur. He tilted his head and looked around, not looking behind him yet. He stood askance, his voice quiet, ears perked forward. And slowly turned his head to meet the gaze of the one wolf he had been hoping to avoid. We'll he had hoped to avoid all of them. But the gods as always laughed and laughed and threw things at him in quick succession. 

Golden eyes stuttered and he felt panic rising in his chest. He wasn't ready, he wasn't ready. Why was he a fool. Why did he care so much? Why had he checked on them.

He spoke softly bondye yo ri.

Then he cleared his throat. Anselm.