Sleepy Fox Hollow we are love

Emmerich did not need further invitation. He had followed the footsteps of his mother as she had stepped outside the den. His paws were eager to pursue. The young boy plodded to the mouth of their home and sniffed tentatively. His eyes moved to Wylla. Emmerich waved his tail to her and yapped a sharp sound. 

The pup did not want to offer a chance for Anselm or Isa to reach the gold light of sun before him. Emmerich bounded toward his mother and arrived at a clumsy halt near her paws. He sniffed at her and looked up to her chin. Another yap met the air. This game was fun. Emmerich sniffed at the ground and began to test just how far he might be able to go.