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

Emmerich’s jump gave the vole a sizable head start, but that was just fine. Wylla was under no illusion that her son would actually catch it. If he managed it, she would be thoroughly impressed.

Her boy streaked after the darting vole and Wylla raced after him, her eye following the rodent’s trajectory through the summer grass. It was only a matter of time before it would find a place to dive for cover. It was tempting to bolt ahead and try to turn it back toward Emmerich, but Wylla knew that would not teach her son anything about his prey.

She followed and watched and did not intervene; there would be more to the lesson if it escaped him.