Sleepy Fox Hollow Catacombs and water mains.

Etienne's trail lead around tall boughs of pine. Small patches of fern littered the forest floor, gradually giving way to little shrubs. Their fruit had the most pleasant odor; a sweet signal to the world they were ripe and ready for consuming.

Nestled among the shrubs was Etienne's bent form. For a while Anselm studied his nemesis with feelings akin to hate -- but there was something else edging its way among the ugliness.

He could pounce and pin the boy right then and there - what would he do, cry for mommy? Anselm took a light step forward, hunching down to the ground as he advanced step by step closer to the gatherer.