Sleepy Fox Hollow zwei

astraeus, son of his. he watched the young man sniff at his work. "farmcraft," mahler explained. "if meat fails, paleo vill not."
he patted the dirt with a massive paw and turned a sunny beam toward astraeus. "vould you care to patrol vith me?" 
the small pile would be cached before they left, but for now he kept his attention toward his son.