Sleepy Fox Hollow Watch the lasers dancing through smoke on a stage far away

He liked that word: “devious.” It pained him to follow in Masque’s footsteps, though he had to admit that sneaking around had a certain appeal. If he did it right, Atreus could gather all sorts of intelligence. He only needed to be attentive, which was a far less exciting word. He was fairly certain he could do that.

Alstroemeria said she didn’t know much about the pack residing in the hollow. He nodded to acknowledge her answer, then dipped his head to pick up the pile of greens tucked inside a broader leaf. It was a delicate business, though he managed it and stood to his full height, using his eyes to indicate she should lead the way.