Sleepy Fox Hollow golden threads of the craftsman's loom

coelho remained unaware of ginsberg's inner monologue -- not that it would have mattered, for the dark wolf could have thought the most poisonous, toxic thoughts directed towards her and coelho still would have tried to smother her with kindness.

ginsberg, came the answer -- coelho thought it was a pretty name, but thought also there was something about it that seemed pretty wasn't the right word -- as if pretty suggested themes floral and soft and fragile, none of which coelho believed this wolf to be.

"i do! i live up there --" she pointed a claw at the withering peaks of the mountain. "what about you?"