Sleepy Fox Hollow my tarnished coat of arms

Anselm’s author would like to extend an apology for two things — one, the wait on this reply — and two, for the way Anselm crashed into the scene like the Koolaid man in the next second.  

Anselm could not believe his eyes. Not one — but TWO — wolves within the Hollow’s borders. He was so tired of this! What was the point of endless patrol of wolves totally ignored his efforts?

It was the smaller woman that first earned his ire. She was closer to the borders and therefore, easier to herd out in Anselm’s estimation. He swung towards her with a snap of teeth, head low. Get out, both of you. Anselm snarled, mistakenly assuming that Poet was the woman’s guard. His tail arced over his hip as he turned to the man; it was only then that Fiona’s scent emanated from Poet’s pelt, causing Anselm to pause in confusion.