Blackfoot Forest Lost behind the fading light

Etienne was almost asleep. So exhausted, so emotionally wrung out. He was unsure whether half of the last few days had even been real. He shot up, ears lifted in quick sucession at teh clearing of a throat. He got to his legs and swung to study the wolf that had spoken. Eyes bleary with tears and sleep.

Etienne nodded his head. Yes. I be lookin' for my nep'ew 'e 'as gone missin' 'e just a Ti piti Sorry, just a little one. I be Etienne.

He always seemed to be interrupted when his weakness was showing. But well that was just the way of things then. Etienne was an emotional wolf. A wolf that wore his heart on his fur and he did not make excuses for this. If someone did not like it. Well.