Emberwood When our world was just the two of us

Heda and Amselm's scents were constantly overlapping. And Etienne each time he smelled it, felt his heart break a little bit more. He needed to leave here he was thinking. Go home for a time.

He shifted and tilted his head. Golden eyes on the horizon. His stomach felt sick. And he wanted to hate them both. And then soul crushing guilt that he felt that way. It was just a regular old cluster.

A tremulous shaky breath and he headed away from the pack lands. Perhaps some time away would do him some good. He'd be back maybe.

Sandy feet on cold hard ground. The trees cocooned him in their spring bud embrace. Nearby birds tweeted and twirled as they flew back from whereever they went.

He found himself in a pretty little alcove. Where the trees made a semi circle and the sun dappled his brown and sand coat.