Fox's Glade Seafoam Eyes said, "The water's safe"

Perhaps providing food was as altruistic as Anselm could be. A hug provided no sustenance for the belly, a warm look prolonged no moment from death. 

He wished he was less brittle a person as he strode by, one ear turned towards the lilt of Etienne’s voice. Would he ever tire of such melody? 

Unaware of the ‘for you’ nearly tacked onto the seaborn’s words, yet cognizant of something unsaid between them, Anselm dropped his head in favor of detecting scents.

Whatever they hunted and killed would be together; and while that was not enough to heal the wounds of loss, or pave over the gaping hole in Etienne’s life, it was something.

And sometimes something, however small, was enough.  

would u like to fade for an utd one?<3