Sleepy Fox Hollow world

Irrational as Anselm may be, he saw the conversation shift back to him; each blow he conjured artfully deflected. 

His fur bladed in annoyance. He would not beat her in the court of barbs or words — and he knew it. 

You can hold your own, and still be irritating. Anselm hiked his tail as if a gesture of obscenity. There would be no tactful retreat from this conversation, so Anselm threw all his cards on the table.

 You decide to go into heat or vhatever like she did — He gestured to where Heda’s scent lingered. You find someone outside the hollow to fuck you. Don’t bring your shit here. If I find you fucked Etienne — Anselm’s head lowered, posture threatening. I vill kill your children myself.