Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

Etienne was oblivous to the tortuous nature of the waiting. Though he had been on that end before. IT was hard and painful. And sometimes it was frustrating to feel so strongly. Etienne tilted his head. Unsure why he was being stared at. He glanced over his fur. Had he something hooked to him?

Etienne made a soft noise between a whine and a laugh. Starvin' actually.

Etienne shifted and motioned. Would you like to s'are?

He would not take the other man's food if he were hungry too. That was not very good manners after all. And he knew there should be more conversation than this. But he was momentarily struck by the scent and sight of the hare and his stomach was doing somersaults to let him know it was there and empty.