Sleepy Fox Hollow Stinkend

Wish I was so I wouldn’t have to look at yer butt all the time, he snickered.

Isa probably didn’t realize that she was the most fun to harass. Anselm was too soft, too tender. He kept to their family comforts. Emmerich had only seen his brother venture out into the hollow once or twice. Though that was fine, the white-hooded boy wanted someone who pushed him to do better in his own ventures. He wanted Isa to be the rival that kept him working, kept him proving himself.

Fine, ya don’t gotta share with me. But if ya do… maybe I’ll show you the coyote fang from the intruder papa and I killed, the boy looked at her from the corners of his eyes. It was a trophy that he had carefully guarded, waiting for the right day that he could reveal it to his siblings. That day had inspired Emmerich to pursue the path of a guardian.