Phoenix Maplewood I don't feel connected to all of your lies.

Etienne tilted am ear forward. Masked eyes studying the other wolf cloaked in sea foam in front of him. Eyes like pools and sunrises. For a fleeting moment. He thought of how Anselm's eyes were like that. Sunrise, but frosty morning cloaked. This one had a warmer countenance.

A sharp toothed smile. A self deprecating laugh and a nod. All in a matter of second. He sighed none weary and tired, but he shrugged his leaner shoulders. The Feathers at his throat bobbed in rhythm of his movements.

Dat was indeed me. And no I not be okay, but someday I will. Dere be a lot in dis ones personal life dat be chaos on a good day and hell on a bad.