Sleepy Fox Hollow Catacombs and water mains.

@Etienne

Little @Ilse had been born. She was scarcely a week's age and Anselm often found himself listening to her soft chirrups.

He'd never been around a puppy so young. In him bloomed something fierce and protective.

Today he left the threshold of Wylla's den and nosed along the pinestraw that bordered the burrow. Nearby was a cache, and around it was the fresh deposit of Etienne's scent.

A susurration of something unpleasant thumped against his heart as he followed the sea-boy's tracks into the woodlands.