Swiftcurrent Creek But I'm gonna make it through

Three different types of seaweed. Three different types of healing and hurting. He knew how seaweed could be, but not many did. He missed those lessons from his granme. He wished that he could have had more time. Most of his lessons were trial and error and listening to wolves who did not care if he heard them or not. His granme had.

He nodded. I 'ave been and I learned well. He was proud of the wolf he was. Proud that he could share his knowledge, that he could help those that needed it. He was not ashamed of his actions, his voice, nor his proclivities for those that were not female. He was wholly undeterred and happy in his skin. He nodded his head. Restraint, he knew it well.

He shook his head. You can be callin' me Eti. I'll 'elp you. And T'ank you.