Sleepy Fox Hollow But you're perfect being yourself

The rustle of the stream continued. A settling came over Anselm as he watched the river water glint and sparkle. 

After a time, he was joined from a distance by Etienne. Anselm regarded him, wondering if he’d come after hearing his howl. He had no way to know that Etienne already knew the nature of his call, and so, with briskness that killed any sense of intimacy, Anselm rose and strode towards the seaborn. 

A voman crossed our borders here, I discovered her scent downriver. He scoffed at how clueless lone wolves could be. She is lucky I did not find her before she left our claim. I reinforced our scent by the stones where our markings vere faint. If she comes here again, she vill not like the outcome.