Sleepy Fox Hollow and so i enter into evidence

He crumpled beneath her, and Fiona felt a surge of what Anselm must have upon their first meeting. Her teeth dug into his muzzle, no more than a surface scratch, and she held her position over him. Fiona's teeth still shined from beneath wrinkled lips as she stood, this oh-so-small boy cowering underneath.

Give me one good reason I shouldn't rip out your throat, the witch demanded. He was pretty; she could tell now that she had a closer look at him, but looks meant very little in a world like this one.