Sleepy Fox Hollow honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop

He'd been meaning for a while now to track down Etienne. He wanted to see that the other man had gotten home alright, and also that he wasn't dying of infection with only some asshole for company. And, if he was curious about getting a good look at said asshole, did anyone but him really need to know?

He alternated between springing and slinking as he drew nearer to the hollow. It had just been a guess, but now that he was close, he kept catching traces of the other man. Fresh enough — he was probably still in the land of the living, and apparently on the move, too.

Dusty Rose began a half-remembered climb into the mountains, his heart sinking when there was no sign of Mahler or Emmerich around. He hadn't known them well, but he'd appreciate them taking him in that winter. Last winter? It felt like so long ago, and as he reached the hollow's ridge, he got to thinking that it looked like that long ago, too. He didn't remember this place seeming so empty before, even though there'd still been very few of them around.

The coywolf set down his gift and lifted his head to holler for @Etienne.

But. Y'know. He hoped he'd get a good look at that guy at some point, too.