Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

Etienne did not know why the gods threw him in the path of the mountain born. Perhaps they found a sense of amusement to twist the mortals up like pretzels. Maybe they were trying to force an outcome. Maybe it was just fate. He did not know, but he would not argue against it. He would take the little moments as he could.

He knew Anselm did not see him the same. The mountain born had said so. But he could not help his own stubborn heart. That beat for a mountain. Even if it were of the sea.

Etienne did not move from the perusal of his wolf. But he tilted his head. Golden eyes taking in Anselm with their gwntle gaze.

He was surprised by the question. But like all questions. Etienne did his best to reflect amd answer honestly. A flick of his ear. He moved closer to Anselm amd the trees. Trying to find a wind break from the savage shriek of air.

I miss 'er sometimes. But Dow I love de sea. 'Er does not belong to me. At least not my pack anymore. I could not look at a man and treat 'im lesser dan because of 'is gender. As my family does.

Etienne shifted. I enjoy 'elpin' otters 'ere in de inland. De sea will always be a part of me. Do you miss dey 'ollows? De mountains?