Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

These days, it was hard to know where Anselm stood.

He wanted greatly for Paleo to rise again, and his family to return. But then he drove away prospective joiners. His moods were mercurial and at times irrational -- spurred mostly by a foreboding sense that he was growing smaller and smaller.

Etienne sang through the gilded forest. Anselm kept his distance, an ear turned to the sound of soft splashes.

The song slinger was bathing. Anselm found himself coming closer, wanting to expel his sense of abandonment by seeing Etienne for himself.

He was not prepared for the rough flare of heat in his belly when he saw the boy, fur slicked down by water so every muscle was defined against a shimmering and gleaming pelt.