Sleepy Fox Hollow good luck, that's all i can say.

Stag should have attacked sooner. Shame burned his cheeks as Mahler arrived, driving the woman back with his formidable fury. That sight was all that was needed to kick the adolescent in gear. He trotted, then cantered, then galloped after Mahler -- trying his best to keep up with the gargoyle as he chased the wolf off of their land.

Stag didn't really care for the wolf's excuses. He was buoyed by Mahler's righteous territorial fury - as mindless as a pawn, the boy snapped after the woman's heels and offered his own little growls in the cacophony of Mahler's terminable roars.