Firefly Glen [PHE] you don't know me liked you used to

Etienne's mouth tipped up into a smile after he cleaned the small scratch on the child's leg and they toddled off with a laugh and a snack.

He got to work cleaning up the area, the bright sun warming his shoulders, making his mask starker. He hummed a sea shanty under his breath and golden eyes would occasionally lift to look for @Skaigona or @Anselm or even @Gideon or @Ezra but they weren't coming. He knew.

The bridges for him to heda had been burnt and he could not forgive. And the children well that had not know him in the least.

So he pressed them out of his mind and continued to tidy his now vacant work station. Though he pulled a soft gasp when his paw hit the sharpened edges of a broken log. He pulled it back with a hiss. Small dots of crimson leaking from the pad.

He hurriedly tried to clean it. For such a small cut it bled.

Tags for reference. He's fine just a small prick