Sleepy Fox Hollow I choose how i sin

For a moment Etienne’s shining humanity was revealed to Anselm; Anselm refused to acknowledge it. It was easier to be mean to something if you did not identify with it.

He exhaled through his nose. Now would be the time a grateful wolf would address how Etienne had saved him. Anselm, once again, buried any semblance of grace between blades of prickliness that guarded his defensive heart.

But you left your home vhen it was hard. He pointed out thickly — too uncomfortable to sit, but not so uncomfortable he felt the need to leave. After all, it was easier to point out others flaws than be left to reflect on his own.