Sleepy Fox Hollow strange

because i enjoy playing with fire. Keeping a few things vague as he has open threads with both Ava and Anselm.

The sea born moved through the packlands. He had woken before sunrise to hunt for thr girl and the cache both. He was tired and he was lagging, but he was doing his part. He carried two muskrat in his maw. Ugly godforsaken things, and they smelled or at least their dens had. Like old water. They themselves weren't terrible. Edible and fat. And the pelts would make use for water plants to carry on.

He avoided Fiona. Out of a sense of quiet unease. He couldn't put a word on it, but she set him on edge. And he always listened to his feelings about others. Knowing he was usually able to figure out how they in turn felt about him.

He wasn't quite paying attention. Humming a sea shanty as he carried the muskrats to a cache.