Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

Etienne was heading towards what he thought were the trees. He could see th
Beneath there he could wait it put
Though the sea born gritted his teeth against the howling wind. The noise hurting his sensitive ears.

A howl rebounded to his rear and left. He recognized it. Amd turned towards it. Noting it was near the forest too. He followed the sound. Hoping the wind hadn't skewed it. He returned a howl. His lyrical. Softer than the other, but still heard.

The sea born turned towards the mountain man. No guiding light for them. But hopefully. Hopefully.