Sleepy Fox Hollow Just long enough to overthink.

new one soon? <33

As he walked away, laughter pealed from the den.

The way that noise balmed his soul; it was like a warm sweep of sun after a long cold spell.

Anselm did not look back though he wanted to. He imagined Etienne curling nose to tail, a smile worn on his features as he drifted to sleep. For a long moment, he savored that image.

But then he reminded himself this was all very wrong, and the usual residual self-loathing returned to make his heart its gristly home.