Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

Much like Etienne, Anselm expected some rebuff. He rounded his shoulders, prepared for a rebuke that never came.

His walls were still spiked, but his arsenal was aimed elsewhere now.

Etienne slipped from the stone in a pantherine gesture, prowling towards the deepwood.

Anselm followed him silently, nose to the ground as he parsed from the forest floor the millions of little lives and scent molecules; where every soul and its passing was imprinted, leaving its indelible mark on beads of dew and the coarse edges of fallen sienna leaves.