Emberwood Moon Says

Etienne no longer had a home. But had he had one in a long time really. Pack after pack. He joined and left or it left. And he was alone again. he didn't even have his mountain born anymore. He had no idea where Anselm had gone. But he didn't hate him for it. He knew that perhaps it was too much, perhaps he was too much.

A noise to his side and he turned golden gaze towards it. Searching in the gloom of the forest and the moonlight. A gentle touch of tongue to teeth when he caught the creatures gaze.

A constant condition. I be Etienne. He spoke softly, fearful to stir up the silence. And as he spoke it filled the space, felt large and he pinned his ears a second then pushed them forward, up high to catch her words.