Sleepy Fox Hollow Paradise does bleed

Anselm’s tail wagged as he saw Emmerich approach. Much like the smile on his face, the movement slowly died as he became aware his brother was not smiling back. 

Onf. Anselm answered, dropping the pine cone with a sorry crunch. What? A new brother?! Anselm’s gaze narrowed, avoiding the intensity of Emmerich’s yellow eyes. What!? You can’t replace me! His voice edged on hysterical, though he hid its pitch with a huff. I just went to the woods! You could have visited me.