Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

Etienne had much to think on, but he had not the time. For they were preparing. He had been hunting to fill caches and wondering throughout the forest for herbs and plants to take to trade. For they had been told there would be trade.

On this particular day he had been so busy he had forgotten to eat. And as such was now in search of sustenance. Though he had to stop to tighten the throng of his pearl necklace and the feathers within his fur. Though the feathers hardly moved now, so tangled in the coarse spots of his fur.

A call came to him. One he didn't recognize at first. He had only spoken to the man once. Though he had intruded on his thoughts a time or two. He headed in that direction. His stomach protesting and then gurgling as he neared and smelled both blood and rabbits.

'ello Cambria. A small smile on masked face. Gilded golden eyes on the man in front of him. Giving him his whole attention for the moment.