Sleepy Fox Hollow Just long enough to overthink.

He knew a thing or two about hurt and ugliness. His gaze shifted away as he saw Etienne's countenance break in a sad smile. Anselm did not like to see distress on Etienne's handsome face, but he like the idea of betraying his feelings even less.

After all, he was not g--

Did Etienne just mention he had visited his family? A family with -- with lesbians?

His eyes flickered. Wylla would be howling right now, and he somehow didn't think his father was a paragon of acceptance, either. 

it was getting too sentimental. Etienne had put his heart and soul out there, and now Anselm was the crow come to pick it over. A better adjusted wolf would have been gentle, but Anselm was immature in all ways that mattered.

Hold up, vhat -- your grandmothers were.. wives?

He took a deep breath of air and exhaled: Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.