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

Upon seeing Anselm, the coywolf placed his paw over the bundle of flesh he'd brought with him -- as if Anselm were a thief. Anselm noted this with a deadpan flick of his eyes.

It was hard not to be jealous, and Anselm's heart singed to hear another male call for Etienne. The only thing worse than women alone with Etienne, were men. Anselm had little faith in others, and his imagination did him a tremendous disservice when it came to facilitating healthy relationships.

So I heard from the call. He answered, his throat feeling as if sharp rocks were tumbling down it. Vhat do you vant vith Etienne?