Sleepy Fox Hollow But you're perfect being yourself

Etienne wasn't following her trail. Non. He was more so following the borders and remarking.

Even though he was tired and his brain buzzed with unwanted memories. And his emotions were still hard and tight beneath his breast bone. And his shoulders stiff with the weight of it.

He found Anselm finally. Standing quietly. The lime of frost dotting his frame already light. Each dot a crystal for the sun to shine in. He took a moment to appreciate it. Then slowly settled himself to his haunches. Not speaking.

Whether they sat like this or Anselm spoke or he left. Etienne was comfortable and wouldn't move.