Sleepy Fox Hollow Looks like they're wanting out.

You should not, because — and here the spear of his anger lost its volition as Anselm realized he was truly alone. Mahler was gone. Wylla was gone. Emmerich was gone. 

A long exhale pressed through his nose. because you vill not take care of yourself if you are always flapping and fluttering around others. Even something altruistic had to be phrased with a jab. Anselm backed away, regarding the ugly score of red on Etienne’s face. The sight of it twisted his stomach. 

Go clean your fucking face. He turned on his heels and limped away, unable to burn the image of blood as it trickled down Etienne’s jawline, darkening his fur.