Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwichtigen

The hairs along the boy’s neck prickled at the thought of being eaten by a coyote. He gazed at his dad with an uncertain expression. It would not have been an easy task to drag the young pup. He’d grown stout since birth and had started to form youthful muscle beneath the gangliness. The months to come would grant him more coordination and skill with his strength.

Emmerich did not need to be told to remain close to Mahler. The young one trotted at his father’s side, watching keenly as the gargoyle inspected what had been wronged in their land. The boy mimicked the actions that he could. He stopped near the feathers and frowned.

Sie jagten.

Emmerich didn’t enjoy this. It felt like they had been robbed. He looked to his dad with a thoughtful frown.