Dragoncrest Cliffs There be no relief from grief

Etienne walked through the pack lands. He wasn't certain where he fit right now. He had been learning to heal, but then his granme. His granme. And he stifled a small sob. Then he too a deep breath and closed his eyes. There was nothing to be done now.

He shifted and sniffed at different areas of the pack lands. He had cleaned out the roja den of what he could. He continued to leave gifts upon the graves of his granme and Sobo.