Sleepy Fox Hollow Just long enough to overthink.

Ooops. Anselm knew by Etienne's tone he'd struck a nerve.  The seaborn held up a paw, speaking again in the lyrical lilt of his natal tongue.

Anselm was being shown the door. He rose with a shake of his ruff, outwardly unapologetic. Inwardly, he was a little disappointed -- but he hid this well.

He stopped at the threshold to turn back to Etienne, the lightest flick of his tail given in a smug gesture almost arrogant. I like moun fou better.

With that he stepped out into the world. His nose hurt, his pride was still barely clinging to life -- but he left with a hidden smile secure on his face.