Sleepy Fox Hollow gifa

Rain came down in diagonal sleet; a wintery cat’s claws as it scythed down on the reeds and pinewood.

Anselm kept to the tree cover, but one scent permeated the air and told him of her presence.

Heda. A knife-twist of anger, guilt, and resentment alike. He’d noticed her absence the day after and did not understand what to make of it.

Anselm closed the distance, silent as the rain howled around them.