Sleepy Fox Hollow I think I’m doing alright.

keeping things vague because of our other thread! <3

Anselm froze. The form ahead was not Emmerich, but svelte and dark and distinctly non-wolf. For once it wasn't his nose that warned him of danger; it was instead his youth-sharp gaze, which caught the frozen form lurking in underbrush.

The young wolf roared to life with a snarl. There was no recourse, no chance for calm discussion. Anselm answered to the oldest edict of his kind, which commanded him to kill any interloper that found itself deep within his pack's heartland.