Sleepy Fox Hollow helianthus annuus

It wasn't the yearling he remembered, even though Anselm looked like himself. Waxwing's eyes widened at the show of hostility, but he deferred to him in the end. If Mahler was gone, and his son didn't want him here, Waxwing wouldn't fight him for it—figuratively or literally.

His ears flattened against his skull, and the masked wolf turned to leave the place he had once briefly called home.