Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

Despite their differences and conflicts, they worked well as a hunting team together. Where Etienne was kind and merciful, Anselm was the opposite: he drove forward with a rough show of fangs, snaring her good hind in criss-crossed teeth.

Now she limped on both hinds, her left dragging in the snow.

Little bouquets of bright red droplets scattering in the white.

Anselm did not observe beauty. He was not built for it. His eyes trained on the bounding pulse of her neck. When Etienne swerved in, Anselm sprung to life in a sudden show of speed. His teeth snapped at her neck, and with all his weight swung into the blow, he toppled her.

Holding her kicking against the ground, Anselm closed his eyes as a wet spray of blood splattered his face.