Fox's Glade Seafoam Eyes said, "The water's safe"

It seemed to Anselm that wherever he went, trouble followed.

When he'd first joined their pack in the bypass, Etienne had been happy; or at least happier. But one thing lead to another; the pack imploded, a girl got hurt, a child got lost, he'd hurt Heda, Heda hurt him, Druid got rabies, and oh yeah, Heda had fucking died.

He swallowed stiffly as he trailed after Etienne, lost in his own thoughts just as much as the seaborn was. Maybe it was him; a black talisman collecting bad luck wherever he went - because now, Etienne was truly unmoored -- a man without a family, a sister, mothers, nothing.

Eti, Anselm cleared his throat, knowing the seaborn was deep in thought.