Blackfoot Forest Lost behind the fading light

His tail swished, and his eyes took notes.

The gold-and-blue-eyed stranger hovered close to Etienne and couldn’t bear to look away from the bereft Creek wolf. Fascinating– a gesture worth cataloguing. (If only because he figured it must be very difficult to focus on another wolf while he was in perfectly plain view.)

Wake bobbed his head. It is no trouble. Besides, returning a missing child could only benefit him at the end of the day. He listened to the rest of what Etienne could give before motioning to take his leave.

No longer could he suffer the lack of attention to himself.

I must continue my path, but I shall remain vigilant for your nephew, he told the uncle. Keep faith, Etienne. Stranger. He looked between them both before turning to trot on his way. And may Aion bless me to shepherd your missing soul home.