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

Etienne had been in his element since he had arrived. Small scrapes and cuts bruises. Small injuries. He worked them all. He gave advice. He spoke woth those who knew more. For the first time in a long time he was semi relaxed.

Where Anselm was like a sailor lost at sea. Etienne was a siren who would give up his song. Because he could never drag the man to the bottom of the sea.

Etienne nearly fell as his body gave an involuntarily shudder and scared him. Then it was as if it all fell like a million little pieces l.

o Bondye mwen. ou fè'm pè.

He chuckled. Sorry you scared me. Not'in' muc' jus' a cut. Dis log got me.

Etienne looked around and found some of the soft Reed fluff and slowly worked to clean up and cover his paw. A small strip of leaf and grass to keep it.

Did you be findin' dem? All good?

He looked to Anselm then. Taking in his face like a drowning man