Sleepy Fox Hollow golden threads of the craftsman's loom

there was an anxious lull where coelho waited for ginsberg's reaction - would she be friendly, unfriendly? angry, or aggressive? would her forwardness be met with the flash of teeth? that moment seemed an eternity in coelho's timid eyes -- an eternity that ended with the she-wolf stirring from under the bosk with a subtle smirk toying her features.


coelho's head bobbed excitedly as ginsberg answered - her gaze flickered to the brush where the fox had disappeared before coming back to the shadow-splotched wolf. "hmmm.. no! well, sort of. i was looking for something else, a hare. i think the fox got it, so i was following the fox sort of..." she trailed off, but her tail never quit its wiggling. "i'm coelho! who are you?"