Emberwood Horizons that are outta sight

Etienne did not like this pack. He hadn't liked it when he had first seen Anselm among it's fold. He didn't know why. he blamed his inner machinations. Or perhaps he was just jealous. He didn't really know. But even now the female that met him, though she was nice enough. There was an air of coldness to her. They all carried coldness. He didn't like it. Perhaps Anselm would fit in here. But it hurt him to think of Ezra and Gideon among the fold, that they may become cold and angry as well.

he shook his head. Now was not the time to go thinking of others. He needed to find his nephew. A sad look around.

My nep'ew is missin'. 'e be a golden tan boy like de sun. 'is eyes be like sea storms. And 'e be so little. We fear de river took 'im, but I be checkin' just in case. 'is name be Requin, but 'e also be goin' by name S'ark possibly.