Sleepy Fox Hollow hazoo hazay

Dusty was panting.

It was not so much out of heat or exertion; the deer hunt had been a new challenge, but not one that was past his abilities. It was just that he was nervous around these new wolves, who were all family as far as he could tell. That made sense, since he’d come from a pack made up almost entirely of family — but he’d never really thought about how hard it might be to integrate.

For this reason, he lingered in the vicinity rather than rushing forward to eat as he might have at home. He’d always been keen on scrapping with his siblings for supper, and sometimes feelings got hurt but it was always resolved with a few hours to forget. Here? He wasn’t sure.

The coywolf picked up his forepaws one after the other in a weird little dance — and then, inexplicably, he picked up a pinecone and held it in his mouth, w a t c h i n g the family eat from a few yards away.