Bitterroot Valley There was somewhere else you wanted to be.

Etienne stopped his perusal of the area when a soft tread was heard. He found the man before he came into view with his gaze. His sensitive paws and ears letting him know the man was near.

A nod. I settle well. He took a deep breath. It smells like 'herbs 'ere. I like it.

Etienne met his gaze unflinching, but not challenging. A proud tilt to his jaw. But not haughty. Comfortable in his own skin. And comfortable with his scars both hidden and non.

Etienne shifted. I 'ave 'ealed many tings. Wounds. Sickness. Even 'ead wounds. I 'ave seen bones mended.

Etienne nodded his head. 'ealers are always needed, but per'aps not always wanted.