Sleepy Fox Hollow Stinkend

Clouds had shifted to cover the sun and the hollow was cast in a darker shade.

Emmerich had been relentless in his search of the borders. He had stood peering through the trees in hopes that he might catch the red-furred Reyes. It must have been too simple. If the lost wolf was in the area, he would have left a sign. It didn’t help that Emmerich wouldn’t journey too far outside of their home. He had found many paths, but none were fresh enough to be promising.

The sturdy young wolf prowled in search of food. He wanted to eat before he patrolled so that he could sustain the energy it took. All those trips to their borders had begun to shape him, to define the muscle beneath his coat.

As he walked, Emmerich wondered what his stinky sister @Isa was up to. He hoped he might bump into her.