Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwichtigen

emmerich was already a fine hunter. mahler's peripherals were in observation of the boy. his son was a swift study and quiet as well. wylla's lineage showed through. the shadowpriest tilted his head with a single nod. the time for words was fast coming to an end; he knew emmerich sensed it.
mahler drew away from the sound. he drew a wide arc back through the trees, shouldering down to his belly and creeping to where a thicket of berrythorns now divided the wolves and the coyote.
it was just one, but where there were single beasts there were many. mahler's amethyst eyes hunted through the shadows.