Sleepy Fox Hollow But you're perfect being yourself

There was silence where Anselm's howl had been. A deep quaking silence that was heavy.

Etienne didn't follow directly behind Anselm. He fanned out a ways from him. He had a strong suspicion the girl had heeded him and was long gone from the border line.

Part of him hoped they didn't find her. She had been apologetic. And the fox scent did make it hard sometimes.

But he would follow and mark more borders. Anything to calm the agitation that stiffened the shoulders of the mountain boy with pretty eyes.