Sleepy Fox Hollow Everything feels hollow

Where he had begun to find peace even with the ministrations of Anselm. He now no longer found it. Wylla had sucked it all out with her ultimatum. And it infuriated him, he thought of calling Mahler, but decided against it. Because what was the point?

He stood on a small grassy knoll, the summer wind teasing his fur and leaving feathered kisses along his brow and face. He lifted an ear to the sounds of the forest around him.

He had a decision to make. He thought it would be easier to just leave. But then the cold faced boy, the cruel heart would won. And that seemed unjust.