Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

Etienne supposed it was not a kindness to lump all men into such a horrific pile. But at the same time. What man had ever done him right. Oh Anselm tried, but sometimes he could be mean. Cambria he had thought, but then he had turned his back and stomped on all the promises he had made Etienne too. There had been only one male father figure in the pack and he had run at the first sign of trouble. Though Eti could not blame him. He had his own family after all. Swordfish had done the same.

A young voice called out and Etienne shamefully for a second thought of not answering it. But then he realized that was a cruelty so he moved towards the sound. A soft whuff in return.

He blinked when the wolf painted in shadows and loam met his gaze. Young like he thought. Male unfortunately, but it was not his fault. Just as Etienne's gender was not his own fault.

Bonjou. Etienne shook his head. Sorry, I mean 'ello? Much like times in past. In moments of stress. Etienne clung to the comfort of his mother's tongue.