Sleepy Fox Hollow Away, tryna be somebody else

Anselm's fur prickled with energy. When the widow's teeth flashed he answered in a rumbling growl, an assertive step forward. She was in his own territory, with a show of teeth! Umbrage darkened his face, threading needles of irritation along every blade of fur.

Etienne was, as always, the voice of reason. It was him alone that stayed Anselm's hand -- had he not been there, Anselm might have coursed for the widow's hide a second time. Vhat kind of mother loses their child? His lips curled back in a jagged scowl. Take her, and fuck off.