Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

Behind Anselm, Etienne's face changed as a storm within him surfaced. If he ever spoke such things aloud, would Anselm be kind?

Did he even have it within himself to be tender?

The boy continued after the scent of deer. Its tracks grew fresher. He could tell from the way vegetation leaned, that the deer had rested here for some time.

Ahead, he heard a soft rustle. Hooves on a dry and cold forest floor.

Anselm's eyes met Etienne's for a second, before he burst into a flat run after the deer.