Etzli
Etzli trotted qjuietly through the Bayoun his ear pricked andx listening. He seemed to have a permanent glare upon his face, never did he seem happy nor content. No one has ever heard his speak, nor has anyone spoken to him. He was distant from the other kelpies, and so continued to live that way. He heard the voices of the herd that resided in the Bayou, but turned away, and ignored their chatter. He looked at the dark forest he stood in. This had become his home.
Etzli trotted qjuietly through the Bayoun his ear pricked andx listening. He seemed to have a permanent glare upon his face, never did he seem happy nor content. No one has ever heard his speak, nor has anyone spoken to him. He was distant from the other kelpies, and so continued to live that way. He heard the voices of the herd that resided in the Bayou, but turned away, and ignored their chatter. He looked at the dark forest he stood in. This had become his home.