Sleepy Fox Hollow Steady drifting, you're slowly dancing

What were they going to do with someone's fucking kid?

Anselm sulked in the creek water. It stung the fresh wounds in his hide, but it numbed him too. The bitter cold stealing his senses away was simply a bonus.

Footsteps crackled down the bank. Anselm turned to see Etienne come to view, carrying a stick of sweetly honey and a bundle of something dried and old. No doubt for the girl.

His gaze flickered to a simmering glower. He said nothing, sinking lower into the water.