Sleepy Fox Hollow one by one

Preening underneath that lavender gaze, Annaliese finds it irresistible. She hungers to sink her teeth into this Diaspora, to experience what it is to live in a pack that challenged obstacles as she did. This general, Mahler, a formidable man.

If this were her birth-home, it would have crumbled, lest her and her sister take the helm. Her parents much too weak.

She does not want it to be handed to her, however, and it is Diaspora that she desires now. Her mind is made up, she will run with them, no matter the cost.

Yet, she has much to learn. Annaliese never experienced the weight of a step, of how a General’s presence could dominant the air. She shivers, not of fear yet in anticipation. Part of her wishes to flash fangs, and another, quiet voice wishes him closer. Her stare drinks him in, standing against the force of his presence, and daring a minuscule shuffle forward.

I bring whatever is necessary to help your Diaspora survive. My experience focuses on exploration and healing. Her resume is a spread of whatever she could get her greedy gremlin hands on. Success is the end goal.

It is then a potential opportunity is given to her on a silver platter. Diaspora is to move; the Hollow a temporary resting point. Annaliese brims with excitement. Unfortunate, she says first, a smile curving upon her lips. But I can find Diaspora a permanent home. One safer than these mountains. She assumes they have not already, given they remain here.