Sleepy Fox Hollow Wasn't enough.

For the first time in a long time, Anselm was utterly alone.

He'd avoided @Etienne since their interaction -- no, altercation -- by the sun-stone. It burned him with shame to see the cut on his face, when he'd only meant to warn; and that, in turn, prompted his own self-examination.

Was he a cruel man?

A prickle of annoyance bladed his spine to find other scents in the weald. His family's footprints were scarcely cold, and already wolves traipsed all over their legacy's kingdom.

After several healthy deposits along the border, Anselm ripped the faded fall grass from his paws and made for the southern perimeter. Since he was alone, there was little urgency in his steps.