Sleepy Fox Hollow Looks like they're wanting out.

Along the breeze came the scent of blood first; Anselm's nose twitched and he shifted, squinting towards the wildwood. Hare -- and Etienne.

Anselm propped himself upon his elbows. What kind of irony was it that Anselm had ridiculed Etienne for abandoning his family not even several days before -- and now here he was, his family splintered, and Etienne all that remained.

The cruel irony of it twisted in his gut like a knife. A white hot anger, barbed and its arrow notched -- to the boy that left,

to the boy that saved him,

to the boy that stayed --

His feet gathered underneath him. Anselm sprung from the rock like a loosened and furious arrow. It hurt his body to move so quickly, but boiled in his blood and bled him of senses. VHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?? He roared, teeth bared as he flung himself towards Etienne in anger.

Only to find with each step he took closer, the anger drained from him -- until he was left feet from Etienne, the wave of wrath now a puddle washing out beneath his feet.