Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

Etienne had been searching for hia nephew again. To give his sister some comfort in some way. But alas his efforts were in vain. And of course his luck went bad as a storm blew in. He narrowed his eyes in an effort to see. Golden eyes blinking fast the sheen of snow that dipped along his lashes.

He stumbled before a scent blew all around and engulfed him. And with it some semblance of comfort. Perhaps Anselm wasn't near. But his scent was enough to push Etienne forward in the storm. To keep him moving. But where he was going, he was uncertain as he could not see.

do you wanna build a snow man? Do you wanna save your man lol