Sleepy Fox Hollow Catacombs and water mains.

Etienne spoke into the bramble. Anselm paused for a moment, ears pricked -- thinking for a second he'd been spotted.

He froze mid-stride, but Etienne continued wrestling sprigs of berries from their hold.

Anselm took another stealthy step forward.

Then another.

Now he was mere strides from his target. He lowered to the ground floor, belly scraping moss as he went.

His eyes fell upon the bare of Etienne's pricked neck -- and he wondered how warm the blood would feel beneath his teeth if he pounced.