April 18, 2022, 12:16 PM
Coo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo.
Anselm's eyes opened with a start. It was a day like any other for him; the den was warm and an unusually generous slant of sunlight pooled at the entrance and cast all in a golden glow. He was tangled between @Emmerich's legs with his body ending somewhere along @Isa's.
Coo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo.
His ears did their own bidding, pricking instinctively despite their ineffectiveness.
A mourning dove trilled somewhere in the canopy's hidden kingdom above the den. Anselm knew nothing of the order of birds, for for a while he stared glassy-eyed at the ceiling, transfixed by the low warble of a dove far away.