Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Onward past the two boys swept a peppered figure, following the sour cat beyond Donnie’s view. A protector, Donnie thought- who smelled like Anselm. Family? Maybe. He watched as Anselm picked himself up, grateful that the panther had reconsidered its plot.

When Mahler came back, Donnie crouched, tail waving. The two shared a look that Donnie understood to be fondness, and he hoped perhaps that they might both be friendly and sympathetic to his situation. 

Mahler spoke, and Donnie tilted his head. He uttered a guttural, non-sensical ”Rowrrrr rowrrrr rowrrrr rowrrrowww,” In response. But his expression was hopeful, and he eyed the corner of Mahler’s lips, as he licked his own. He was hungry- but not familiar enough with this man to beg a meal of him.