Firefly Glen [PHE] The course that you have set for me

Anselm anticipated Etienne might barely spare him a glance. Not because he was cruel, but because Anselm was finally coming to understand the reason Etienne truly walked away. He was facing that own challenge with Heda. What would he say to her?

Could he say anything at all?

Now it was his turn to return a favor. His eyes widened as Etienne relayed his intentions to — what? Fight? He bit back a scoff. 

Then he remembered Etienne’s skills were worth more than any foot soldier. A healer. 

But before he could answer or contemplate repaying the enormous debt he owed the man, a smaller she-wolf appeared, her voice quiet and custom indicating familiarity. She’d indirectly robbed Anselm of absolution, and he could barely contain the flicker of his guard hairs — but she was clearly family. 

Anselm resolved to tell Etienne’s mother himself, anyway. He shared a similar long look with Chani, reading she housed similar thoughts if only because it was evident in her very stare. Vhat vould — What, compel him to do such a thing? Anselm stopped mid sentence because he knew exactly what would make Etienne do such a thing. It was the very same trait in Etienne he valued above all else. I suppose there is no talking you out of it. Resigned, Anselm felt he was unfurling himself bit by ugly bit.