Sleepy Fox Hollow Verbindung

The size of the other wolf didn’t really register with Dusty right at first. After all, he was still obliged to show the utmost respect to his “mother” and his mother, and they were both smaller than he. Emmerich’s body language said that he meant business, and Dusty’s response was automatic: splayed ears and a tucked tail, long legs folding to make himself shorter than the one speaking to him.

... which was very short, he then realized. Because this was a puppy, except not the kind you might accidentally eat. Not that he would ever eat a puppy, but he had it on good authority that it could happen.

”I just wanted to see who was here,” he said, which was not really a lie, but not the whole truth, either. He hadn’t had a solid goal in wandering this close — it was just that innate urge to seek companionship. And look! A companion! ”I’m Dusty,” he said with a fervent waggle of his bushy tail — which was still tucked halfway underneath him.

He gazed imploringly at the boy, who Dusty determined must outweigh him by a few pounds, even if he’d not yet grown tall. In a fight? He gave them pretty even odds, not considering that the other wolf had received any advanced training. Mainly because he did not know that such a thing might exist.