Sleepy Fox Hollow nothing

Anselm pinned River with his very best Wylla-stare. It did not amount to much, on account he was not a jaded creature by nature and he had twice the amount of eyeballs his mother did. It turned out, the measure of ‘menacing’ increased twofold with the absence of a single eye. 

Either way, his shoulders didn’t tense for long - especially not as he realized River was a relative and not some random side-ho of his father’s. He wasn’t even phased by the mention of his dad’s genitalia in that context - in his opinion, it was validly deserved. Oh. He breathed through his nose, dissipating the last of his tension. I’m his son! You don’t look like you’d be his niece. Read: you’re a lot prettier than ole Mahler. Do you want me to call for him?