Swiftcurrent Creek The Shadows you Cast over me

Bitter and vile is what his mouth tasted of. There was darkness blanketing the Teekon wilds in the shape of wolves and the color green. Etienne stared in horror at the plants he so painstakingly gathered. That such beautiful wonderful medicines could do just as much harm.

These were not the horrors that had been brought these were safe, but hadn't Etienne himself been the harbinger of death on heels of green. He sighed and stared out.

A soft bitter laugh on lips brittle with want and grief. Heda and Anselm were probably running off into the sunset together. Both selfish lovers. And Etienne bargained for their lives over and over depleting his own moral compass to help wolves that thought of him in terms of what he could do for them.

But the sad, painful truth. He'd save them over and over again. Just to give them the joy he knew he could never attain.