Sleepy Fox Hollow I choose how i sin

Slowly, slowly Anselm was getting better, moving about. His father Etienne imagined had more to do that than him. And for that he was glad. Because then perhaps Anselm would take to the healing better, quicker if it weren't the sea borne.

Etienne too was conflicted by the pretty face boy. He hated him and how he treated him, and he hated himself for knowing he deserved better and couldn't leave. And yet he saw Anselm when he wasn't around. And it seemed to be just him the youth hated. Perhaps he should consider going back to manman and Suzu.

Golden eye poped open as he felt a gaze on brown fur. Blinked. Then closed again.

'Ello Anselm.