Sleepy Fox Hollow I choose how i sin

Things at home had changed around Anselm, some without his consent. His family was fracturing. His health was failing him. While he was healing, it was slow — and he still did not feel his best. 

As he sipped from the running waters of the hollow’s stream, he heard a soft song weave its way through the autumn-stricken trees. Anselm considered the voice - it was distinctly Etienne’s. 

He should be grateful for the packmate that saved his life — but Anselm’s feelings about Etienne were conflicting. Ironic then, was the fact that other than his family, Etienne was all that remained. 

He wiped his lips and walked slowly towards the voice, spying Etienne laid out like a sphinx on top of a stone that sat gilded by rays of autumn splendor.