Firefly Glen [PHE] you don't know me liked you used to

They were here for two days, ostensibly. Anselm drank in the commotion, immediately feeling overwhelmed by so many wolven bodies in such small square footage. 

It was unnatural. He could not see himself staying here long — but he held out hope that Ezra would be here, and Heda too — if only to reunite the brothers. 

His heart twisted as familiar song softly flooded the low hanging leaves burned by autumn’s splendor. He knew the voice, and he knew the body behind it — boy, did it set his soul on fire. 

So he ignored it for as long as he could, but like any sorry sailor lost to sea, Anselm was drawn to the sirensong, and at last his resolve broke and he tread close carefully. 

He saw Etienne bent over his own paw. He saw the dark specks of blood darkening his fist. An unwelcome tidal wave of emotions lodged itself against his throat and threatened to break his posture as he remembered the last time he’d touched Etienne — and the many threads of longing such a touch breathed to life in a body that up until then, had never known what was missing. 

Vhat happened? He cleared his throat, gaze solemn on the well of blood.