Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Anselm believed it was wishful thinking, but he kept his mouth shut. He understood that Druid had not had an easy time -- frankly, none of them had -- and further drawing to attention negativity could hardly inspire confidence in the pack's future.

For a second, Anselm thought she might ask something else. Her gaze was almost shrewd as it rested on him, a different shade than the vacant look it had been in the days before. But instead, she announced she had to go back to the den. She thanked him and picked up the hare. Anselm nodded and rose with a grunt. Call me if you need anything.

He did not stay. Once Druid left, his irritation returned in full swing. Anxious, bullheaded, and full of testosterone with nowhere to go, Anselm slunk to the borders to leave heady deposits of his virility all over Rivenwood's claim.