Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

With the snow blanketing all — including any scents of Etienne’s nephew — the boy’s prospects were grim. But Anselm kept this thought to himself, hoping for all their sakes the boy had the good sense to hunker down somewhere and wait out this storm. 

Ezra, too. His heart did a strange twist as he thought of his blood out in this. 

Bad father that he was, Anselm could not help but bitterly wish Heda had not died. Had she been alive today, his boys might still be with him — fed and secure with the love only a mother could ladle out. 

You must not vaste energy fighting the storm. He cautioned as Etienne settled besides him, measuring the angle of the wind as it carried off past them. Vhen the snow breaks, ve vill search for him. You bring me to vhere he was seen last, I vill track.