Bitterroot Valley off my knees now

have an Etienne

Sunlight filtered in, danced along frozen ground and slipped into the golden spin of his fur. Masked face moved towards the metallic scent.

His steps quiet purposeful. As were his movements as always. The sinuous build of a swimmer, a dancer. Graceful, but wildness clung to him like raging seas.

Golden hue of gentle gaze took in the sights around. He did not hurry, did not misstep. Fairly certain it was merely prey he smelled. But he was a healer and felt the need to check.

The wolf born of stars and kissed by moons was sitting quietly when the sea born found her. A tilt of his ear. Gentle accented voice carried. Though quiet, he could be heard. The sea wove strength in every letter he formed. An undercurrent of what Pride was.

'ello. I be Etienne. 'Ealer. I smelled blood figured it were prey, but wanted to see. You be okay? Not 'urt?