Sleepy Fox Hollow nothing

River was very beautiful and Anselm would have been the first to say so -- but the Tachyon was strong in this boy, who came by his oblivious nature honestly. Being very concentrated on the matter of hand (for pine martens were of great danger to their caches), Anselm sailed right on by until a Hey you burst from the bush.

Anselm yipped in surprise and whirled, eyes wide as he turned where the sound had come from. He saw plain as day a wolf staring back at him, which burned him with shame. The hard glint of tungsten in her gaze set him on edge. If she hadn't spoken of Mahler, Anselm might have turned and run. His fur was bladed into precipitous edges and his heart hammered deafeningly in his ears. Maybe. Who is asking? He thought of what Mahler or Wylla might do in this moment. Certainly they would not stand there terrified like a startled doe.