Sleepy Fox Hollow Drags me under, takes me home.

So many wolves found his silence disconcerting, and they always asked about it. Even the boy asked - but he seemed more interested in the pile of Mou's trinkets than any real answer, so the wolf chuffed. Rather, he mimed chuffing - the breath squeaked out of him like a broken toy, drowned out by the exuberance Elfie displayed as he observed the leaf. As he asked for more Mou was already dipping his snout towards his dwindling pile and carefully extracted the hawk feather.

This he very carefully placed down beside the skull, but as he did so a slight breeze grabbed for it, and it flipped over. He snapped his teeth and tried to catch it, then planted a paw down, crunching the snow with the palm of his pad - and with a tiny crack, felt the pinned feather break. His good eye widened at the sound and as he withdrew his paw, the broken feather was wedged in to the snow, bent in half.