Sleepy Fox Hollow teenage orgasm

Anselm skulked back to the hollow, a burning in his chest.

That he had set his teeth in another was of little consequence -- he felt no better.

Somewhere nearby, he caught the scent of Fiona. Since her induction to the fold, he had seen little of her. A good thing, considering how irritable he was as of late.

He caught her on the tail end of an execution. While his eyes were upon her, it was his nose he was paying most attention to. A change had come to the wilds, and he would not let Fiona be part of its answering chorus.