Swiftcurrent Creek A sons grief

Etienne was not a wolf that knew much about the mental health of others. He could make guesses, and usually figure it out. He himself suffered from bouts of melancholy even on good days. However, the she wolf ODessia. Her catatonic state. That he could not figure out. She ate, slept, voided. Well at least slept a little bit. But she was like a wraith, walking around in the shadows. However, she did not seem to hold him and Anselm with ill will, merely a quiet sense of something.

He looked up to meet her gaze. And blinked. 'ello Odessia. I was puttin' umm viper to rest. No one be 'avin no grave round 'ere. Even de one dat not be kind.

He blinked and motioned towards the borders. I be plannin to walk dey borders you want to come along?

He would turn regardless of her answer. And freeze in surprise when he made it over the hill. To gaze into the two tone eyes of Cambria. He felt a shiver slip down his spine, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.

He had thought Cambria had liked him. Had thought that the male would help him to maybe move on from Anselm. INstead he had proven to Etienne that most men broke your heart. That promises were easily broken. That time spent could mean nothing.

He moved closer. Golden gaze taking in the man. Cambria He spoke softly. But said no more.