Sleepy Fox Hollow world

He denied the reality that she had been ignoring him. It seemed his version of events and those that had happened—even in the past minutes—were wildly different. Fiona began to wonder if he had even one of his four paws in reality, or if he was always living in his own world. Ah, and there, a jab at all women. Again, she wondered what his mother had been like. His father? Had both of them raised him to hate women, or at least thing much less of them? Perhaps his mother had been a weak woman who had finally stood up to his father in the end.

I do not see myself as a victim, she said. I hold my own in this place. Do you disagree? Fiona hunted often to fill the caches, never took more than she needed, and kept interlopers away from their borders. She might have referred to Anselm as her leader to others, but in her mind, she did not see him as a leader. He lacked the skills—not to mention the personality—to lead anyone but his own ego.