Sleepy Fox Hollow Pirates are landlocked

To Anselm’s great credit, he did not scoff at Etienne’s scathing words. If there was a truth to them, Anselm cared little; who was this rough shod yearling to come into his pack and belittle him?

That Étienne came from women was unsurprising. Perhaps that was why he cried so often. 

Anselm did not believe the seafarer’s accusation that Anselm had shamed his own mother. His mother would have ripped the tongue from Étienne if she knew how he treated her boy. In that moment, Anselm came to a chilling realization. 

He was untouchable. If Étienne valued Paleo, he would live under Anselm’s thumb. A fat, catlike smile spread across his muzzle. All bark, no bite. Then his tone changed, his accent a cruel mocking of Etienne’s beautiful timbre. Dem wom’in did not raise ye for much, if dat is all ye can do. Perhaps dat is vhy ye are ‘ere and not dere. If dey vere so much use t’ ye, ye vouldn’t ‘ave ever left. By the time Anselm had finished speaking, his accent fell away. As much as he wanted then to strike Étienne down, all it would do was serve to sign the boy’s death warrant — and as much as Anselm believed himself just, he was not a sadist. 

Better revenge would be to make Etienne’s stay in Paleo miserable — and there would be little the whiplike boy and his cutting tongue could do to dissuade Anselm. 

Boldly, he turned his back to the boy with a haughty hike of his tail. You come find me vhen your bark grows balls.