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Etienne was unsure. Nothing was said. Just a sick tension that seeped into his bones like mire. There was a darkness in those sunset depths and yet Etienne wondered briefly with space and contemplation. If Anselm was so angry, what it meant. Because had he not cared in some semblance he would not be angry. So Eti did something he had hardly ever really done.

He gathered his will and his wile. He dug deeply for the wells of strength he had. Because Etienne knew the wolf he was and wanted to be and he followed. A bark resounding out.

Anselm! There was no question in his words. A strike that was true. He pulled himself to his medium height and stood waiting. His own fur rising along the edges of his ruff.

If Anselm would turn he'd pull his families love deep inside and he'd stare at the broad shoulders and dear face. He could love him from afar and move on. It would just take time. Otherwise he'd speak to his back.

I won't apologize for leavin'. I needed too. But I will applogize for not tellin' you. For abandonin' you. It was not my intention, but it 'appened none the less. So I'm sorry. And it's okay if you don't forgive me. Per'aps it is deserved, but I am sorry Anselm.

That was all the seaborn really had to say. So he blinked and dipped his head. And turned to leave. He'd not force his company on the mountain born.

If nothing else he owed the man that apology.