Sleepy Fox Hollow tropfen blut

lol'd at "eventual stupidity of deer"

Anselm stood at attention, his bright gaze falling on each that arrived after him. Tierra was regarded with something akin to interest; the cocksure manner in which she strode to Mahler spoke of an ease between the two of them that Anselm became acutely jealous of.

His gaze passed Etienne - for at this moment in time, their rivalry had yet to grow teeth - and wondered what wind brought this boy here.

Emmerich and Wylla arrived next. Each were given the soft thump of his nose.

Last to arrive but by no means late was the man he'd stalked in the woods; he hung in the rear as if worried fangs may turn upon him.

Mahler's voice cut across the crowd, instructing each of them to their duties. Anselm jostled his brother in return, giddily setting into formation once Mahler bid them to move.


Happy Hunting, he thought wryly to himself as his sights fell upon the deer.