Sleepy Fox Hollow helianthus annuus

Day by day the Hollow grew lonelier. Anselm was about to leave its confines when a howl rose through the canopy, sending ptarmigan birds to flight.

He followed the call to its source, coming across a male about his age. At first, Anselm did not recognize him -- so his gaze flickered across him in coldness.

But then little details struck him as funny; the familiar mask, the tawny color. Waxwing.

He stood square and lifted his chin. Vhat do you vant?