Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

It was with an air of anxiousness. Etienne had set out from home. His paws still hurt, but they were better now. Amazing what rest could do if you let it.

He had heeded requests and found himself quietly roaming without thought or care. Something he didn't often do.

But in doing so, found himself among natures nectar twofold. A call of sirens. A scent men would spill blood for and kill brothers for.

And he felt the familiar swoop of stomach. The ache that began. He was still a man even if a she wolf did not stir his heart. And he was met with two not one. He felt the coating of his throat.

That uneasy disgust he felt when this scent found him. And the crushing guilt after for it wasn't their fault. And shame tenfold for not being normal.