Swiftcurrent Creek A sons grief

Because if he let himself squirrel away the pain. If he chose to let it destroy him. It would truly destroy him. So he chose everyday to see thr good. To be optimistic. To love.

Etienne blinked. No one was like him it seemed anywhere. No one. And gods it hurt. It hurt so bad. But that was neither here nor there.

Cambria was not the wolf Etienne had known. And it bothered him. How someone could change so suddenly. It was nerve wracking.

I understan' jes fine. And dat be your trut'.

Etienne shrugged a graceful shoulder. We be agreeing to be disagreein