Sleepy Fox Hollow we are love

Emmerich thought that picking on Anselm would occupy a fair amount of time. He watched his brother step from the den with his standard trepidation. The stocky pup barked to him, tauntingly hoping he might draw perfect little Anselm from his shell. Emmerich was so prepared to rouse life from his sibling that he nearly missed the challenge that had been issued by their mom. 

The boy spun on his feet, stumbled and plopped to his butt. A small whimper was made, but Emmerich did not wallow. He bounced off his rump and onto his overly large paws. Then he took off after Wylla with excitement carrying his every step. He was so happy that she would play with him in this way.