Dragoncrest Cliffs The wave crashed in, now the dream is dead

He was from Sapphique, at least originally. Sobeille had mentioned many names, particularly just the other day when choosing ones for her young, but Pie couldn’t quite remember relational specifics. Therefore, she didn’t know if Etienne was a brother, a cousin, an uncle… or if he was trusted, for that matter.

I heard what happened to Sapphique. I’m sorry, Pie said with genuine empathy. I’m friends with Sobeille, she explained in the next breath, then paused there to gauge his reaction to her companion’s name.

They stepped into the cave and Treepie frowned thoughtfully. It was much closer quarters than Sobeille’s grotto, which she’d grown used to over the past week. Perhaps it was odd for a mountain-born wolf to mislike caves. Tiuttuk just didn’t like the sense of feeling cornered, or the possibility of a single escape route being blocked. She swallowed.

She fixed her eyes on Etienne, trying to focus on their conversation rather than their surroundings. Up close now, she could better see his injuries. Pie realized Alaric hadn’t come or responded. He must be too far away to hear. It was too bad; Etienne really looked like he could use the attention of a trained healer.