Sleepy Fox Hollow Sun setting on the brink

It seemed Anselm and Etienne weren't the only two men in Rivenwood. That didn't exactly inspire Fiona's confidence in moving away from the hollow. Is that who hurt you and Etienne? she asked, putting the pieces together with concern on her face. She ravenously wanted to know more about the dynamics of this Rivenwood, and that would be enough to get her there. Moreover, why would Anselm want to stay in a pack where some "guard dog" had hurt his very own members?

Prowler wrapped a tiny hand around her ankle, and Fiona looked down as the raccoon chittered at her. The witch didn't know what the creature wanted, but she waved her off anyway, prepared to intervene if Anselm went back on his word. The stores are this way, yeah? she said, beginning to jog toward Etienne's old haunt. Fiona had considered raiding it on several occasions, but given the ~relationship~ between Anselm and the healer, she hadn't wanted to burn that bridge. She would save the stream for last, taking a long, deep drink before they headed to Rivenwood.