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

I'm sorry for the wait on this! Maybe we could wrap up soon since it's getting outdated and have a more up-to-date one soon?

Emmerich was undaunted. Wylla saw a lot of herself in him. In her youth, she had been quite the stubborn, proud thing. Giving up wasn't in her blood. That wasn't so true these days — prolonged emotional pain had dampened a lot of Wylla's once fiery spirit — but once upon a time, she had been dauntless, too.

They dug for a short time without success, leaving Wylla to wonder if the vole had indeed escaped. Then she spotted shifting soil near where Emmerich was digging, and out popped their target! Quick! she flagged her son's attention, her muzzle swinging to indicate where the vole was fleeing. There it goes!