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Etienne studied the red color of his cousin's pelt. The way he held himself apart and worried. There was lines there at his forehead. The next words that came out of his mouth drew his body cold. ANd he did not know what to do or say. His first thought was panic, then he wanted @Anselm so strongly it made him ill. Because he would know what to do? Etienne was not a warrior. He did not go on rescue missions.

Etienne shivered and balked. Dis not be good. No it be not. 'ow dare dey be doin' suc' tings. Poor manman, C'ani, auntie.

He took a breath and another, thinking. Golden eyes filled with soft tears. Collecting there. Firs' we be tellin' my leaders. Dey be able to 'elp. Den we be doin' someting. Tell me al lyou know about dem and wut 'as 'appened. Start from beginnin'