Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwichtigen

Emmerich frowned again upon hearing the word his father used to describe what they had done. Poaching did not sound good, and it had transformed Mahler into something fiercer than he had ever appeared before. The young pup understood that it was a serious matter, and it required a sense of dedicated attention to tend to.

Following his dad, Emmerich stopped once or twice to sniff at the ground. He peered from the corner of his eyes toward Mahler, analyzing his movements and his behavior. Though he was smaller and had less experience in his life, the white-hooded child mimicked the gargoyle’s movements well.

When he was instructed to listen, Emmerich’s ears were pointed tall upon his head.

Chewing… he stated softly, a voice only above a whisper.