Sleepy Fox Hollow we don't know what we're doing, but we're standing proud

No words were needed. Wylla could see the glimmer of excitement in her son's eyes. He reminded her very much of Ingram; he had always been eager as well, when they were young. They even looked a little bit alike in the face despite the colour difference, or maybe that was only the result of Wylla's nostalgia. She missed him so much.

Alright, let's see what you got! she said, arching her body low in something like a play bow. The next time Emmerich's eyes dropped from her face to the vole, she snatched her paw away and sent the rodent scurrying. With a whooping laugh, she moved into a quick trot to follow her son on his chase.

She was a little disappointed the others weren't interested, but no matter. They would have their time, and today, Emmerich would have her full attention in this lesson.