Sleepy Fox Hollow Bruder

Anselm had been busy being perfect, curled up against Isa and Wylla dreaming of chasing dust motes and butterflies when he was rocked to the waking world by positively extraordinary pain.

His ear! YOWCH. Anselm wailed loudly, coming to with a caterwaul that shook the dim cave. He fumbled in the dark, feeling a figure (a tick? a leech? some other parasitic nematode?) affixed firmly to his ear, which now gushed freely with the blood of an innocent.

Anselm pushed back ineffectively, little paws kicking at his oppressor.