Sleepy Fox Hollow Stinkend

Isa’s soft growl reached her bother’s ears and curled his features into a Grinch-like expression. As much as he had wanted to patrol the borders and report his findings back to his father, Emmerich believed that it had been far too long since he had harassed his uppity sister. She always made the taunting such fun with her indignance that he was easily swayed away from his goal.

Finding her gnawing on a bone, Emmerich prowled toward her quickly. He feigned a snap at her prize before pulling back and circling away from her. The light in his yellow gaze was full of mischief. He wanted to see if he could rile her up quick. The boy hoped he might get a good spar out of her, if she really had been serious about learning from their father.

Whatcha got, Isa? Wanna share? Emmerich asked her cheekily.