Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

Already feeling the scaffolding holding himself up crumbling, Anselm cast his gaze to the storm. Somewhere out in that blurry wilderness his sons fought for their meager subsistence; somewhere out there, maybe there was another wolf out there like him. 

Ignoring the fact that the very wolf he needed stood next to him. His attention slid back to Etienne as he inhaled the crisp air, the storm’s kinetic charge buzzing along his fur and nose. Ve left Saatsine some time ago. Anselm revealed, worrying now it had not been the right choice for his sons. Vhere are you now?