Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Anselm was certain this was it: his life’s zenith come to a crashing close at the behest of a supercat’s supersized conical teeth. 

Surprisingly, he was still alive when he rose — and Donnie was besides him with a brave charge, rallying against his newfound comrade. 

Before he registered the surge of gratitude in the small boy, Mahler strode past. His commanding presence was the final straw to the cougar’s futile attempt at a warm meal — the cat alighted into the woods, with Mahler prowling decisively back. 

Anselm released the tension in his shoulders and greeted Mahler affectionately, stepping back as his father apprised the little warrior. I don’t think he can talk. Anselm intoned softly, eyes upon Donnie.