Sleepy Fox Hollow Paradise does bleed

They stopped at large prints in the damp earth. Anselm sniffed. Acrid scent of wet dirt, leafrot, and snow flooded his senses. But so did another scent, faint between the odor of wolf and snow..

Rabbit. 

Anselm’s head lifted as Emmerich dismissed the topic of Isa. It was not what Anselm wanted but he sensed there was no point in digging further. 

His eyes lit up to hear his brother interested in his foray. At first it was really cool. So many things to see! But it was cold. Anselm remembered many lean days populated by fitful sleep and failed hunts. And I was hungry all the time. His eyes fell. I’m not a good hunter. I saw deer but never got close. Sometimes I’d listen to the birds but couldn’t catch them. It was like being here, but different. What was it like at home?