Sleepy Fox Hollow As fast as you can be, you'll never catch me

the stranger, a muddled combination of tans, blacks and browns is the embodiment of friendliness. to the point where joaquin, the opposite as he clings to his 'chiseled from stone' disposition, finds it near stifling. suffocating, even. pale green gaze studies the stranger as his tail beats against the earth; overly friendly if the glacial lieutenant was to go off first impression. lokie, the stranger identifies himself as and upon the next breath the stranger takes comes the seek of his own name.

for a breadth of a moment, the st. clair contemplates before romeo. in his smoky reticence, like the thrum of a hellhound's sigh. the apodo falls from his lips. in these wilds what name he is known by is let to his own whim ...and he has so many to choose from.