Wapun Meadow I believed it all, every word you said

Etienne was an adept fisherman though. A task he had learned as a very young child. After all he was sea born. He briefly longed for the sea, wondered should he return to the sea. Some of his family may still be there, even if they didn't know him.

Dis is good. I am good at de fis'in' but dat comes wit' bein born by de sea. A tilt of his ear he listened. And he remembered another time, when he and his brother had been anxious to win a prize for their mother. And they had hunted a warren of rabbits. It had been fun and hard, but they had persevered.

Etienne bent his nose to the ground and went in search of the den. But it was his ears that gave away the creatures. He heard them rustling nearby. He froze and moved his nose back and forth until he found their scent trail and then headed towards it. He was to flush. So flush he would. A lyrical bark left him as he approached their den. And a sharp toothed smile lit up his face when he heard them scrambling. Now it was up to Cambria.