Sleepy Fox Hollow Last long enough to go extinct,

Fur cleaned to a grim shine, Anselm set his gaze from his work to the healer. A grunt was given in response; together they would cache the remains, and then go their separate ways. 

He was not yet so comfortable as to offer his help in herb gathering, and so, offered nothing. 

It would take time, this tenuous and strained relationship of theirs. 

Once the deer had been interred in the cold loam, Anselm shook the dirt from his ruff and set to the borders to patrol, leaving Etienne to his hunt for wares and his mind to wander.