Redtail Rise He works at Mr. Cacciatore’s down on Sullivan Street

ancelin felt settled then. somehow being open with lilia had dissuaded him from giving into their — well, his — initial want.
and he looked to new snow now, offering a more level expression than perhaps he had. there was motherhood in her, something ancelin deeply craved despite the fact he would not admit it.
a bounce; a boof; he fell into a playbow that invited one or all of them to chase him up the slopes toward the burned place, focused upon lilia in particular.