Broken Antler Fen Venus in Furs

Valtyr wasn't cool. He was hot. Red hot. All thanks to that stinking vole! The summer sun beat down relentlessly through the bare trees, fueling the boy's agitation further. When Sebastian came onto the scene, silver visage painted with concern, the Sveijarn feigned serenity. "All good, my-man," he said through gritted teeth with visible agitation, trying to wipe the memory of the two-minute-old epic failure. "You know. Just the usual happening here," he added, wiping his back paws through the dirt to kick some sand onto the roots and (hopefully) into the laughing vole's stupid mouth.