Otatso Wetlands I am begging, down on my knees

Little moved Anselm the way Etienne's final admission did. He struggled to hide the lurch of his heart, the welling of a single gold eye.

They planned to do this in subterfuge. For a man risk adverse like Anselm, it seemed a good plan. He didn't know these men Etienne spoke of, or the pack he referenced -- but he assumed all hands would be on deck for this extraction.

Vhen they are rescued, He mused, moreso troubled by the idea of wolves who stole others -- signifying they believed other wolves property, a concept that horrified Anselm's proper sensibilities -- vhat vill ve do to the raiders? Vill they not just kidnap others, unless ve put a stop to -- the unpalatable -- them?