Otatso Wetlands Without the night.

A white veil rippled past them. The last of the storm before it transferred to heavy sleet. Anselm listened to the breath of the storm, frowning. 

The heat from Etienne’s body rippled between them and out into the greedy world. Many things he sensed then, and not all of them proper. 

As a distraction he forced his mind to think of his sons. I vill howl for Ezra and Gideon and let them know. Then vhen your leader says it is okay, ve track.

One last squall of wind rippled past, and then slowly the clouds began to gather their stormy faces and march off. You call. I vill come. 

Though he very much didn’t want to leave, he readied himself for it before his head swam with desire he could not possibly answer.