Sleepy Fox Hollow my tarnished coat of arms

poet doesn't expect to come across another wolf ... but then again, that was a less extreme situation that had ended up with fiona's teeth wrapped 'round his muzzle. it shouldn't surprise him, but that doesn't change the fact that it does. nostrils flare and he moves quick to intercept, easily finding the stranger among the darkening colors.

the snap of the foliage beneath her paws makes him cringe and his ear swivels waiting with baited breath for fiona's quick paws.

with any luck, he can head this off.

this hollow is claimed miss. poet warns her, drawing nearer; southern twang deep. a polite way of saying 'don't trespass'.