Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

Etienne let the silent grow. He didn't fight it or question it. Sometimes silence was the way of things and that was okay.

Notin'

He shifted and where he had the feathers that he had wound in his fur from his sister and one of heda's daughters a strip of deer hide he had saved and mouthed for days, tightened around his neck. So thin you barely saw it and in the small pieces wrapped over and over.

He undid it and placed it to the ground, his paw next to it. To wrap back up. It be rite 'ere.