Sleepy Fox Hollow spaziergang

Mahler had a tail.

Okay, so he had two tails, and one was rather closer than the other. Dusty Rose was keeping his distance from the man — not because it was his preference, but because it seemed more polite than gluing himself to the leader’s side. He’d save that sort of behavior for Emmerich, but even then, Dusty showcased his clinginess as sparingly as he could. And following Mahler seemed like the most unobtrusive way of fulfilling his unusually high social needs.

When the older wolf started singing, however, there was no way Dusty would remain unobtrusive for long. The buoyant singing directed him as surely as if he were a song-seeking missile, and soon enough, he popped out of a nearby bush with his big ears quivering atop his narrow skull. His mouth formed soundless melodies in return, until a high-pitched sound warbled out of his throat. His dark blue eyes were terribly contrite, but noise-making had always been a group-activity for him, and it was hard to quell the learned response.