Sleepy Fox Hollow one by one

Patience is a virtue that Annaliese lacks; so used to snatching whatever she desires. They may knock her down numerous times, yet she is a persistent pest. Fortunately, she is not left waiting long. Upon the horizon towers a man of coal and ash—a mimicry of the sky above. ‘Fitting,’ she thinks.

Never one to be shy, she takes him in. Her ears and tail lay submissive, and her already dwarfed height slouches to accommodate. Her eyes, however, dare to defy authority. Fascinated yet judging of the thin form. Her own lacking the thick bulk she is used to.

I am Annaliese, she says in lieu of a verbal greeting, I want to join you.