Wapun Meadow The road is getting hard to see

If I am going to call you Eti, then it is only fitting that you call me Fred. He said this with a smile. Not his usual charismatic one, but a gentle smile. To match Eti's gentle demeanor, perhaps. He watched as the honey-hued eyes surveyed him, a strange prickling feeling on the back of his next, but no other indicators of uncomfortability.

Swiftcurrent was treating Etienne's sister well, and Fred nodded in compassion. That was good, then. He wondered if Adrian needed help, one day. Maybe he'd bring him here. Hm. Sorry, I'm still fairly new here—who is your sister? His tone was apologetic, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity. He wanted to get to know all the swiftcurrent wolves he could before he eventually had to pack up and go.