Sleepy Fox Hollow Stinkend

Not coyotes, Emmerich rolled his eyes at her misunderstanding. Joiners, other wolves on the borders. Even threats? Have you met anyone like that yet?

She might have thought that she had the upper hand in their parents’ eyes. Perhaps she did. Emmerich was more confident in his abilities. He’d done well to make the borders a familiar path. He had learned how to address several different things on the edges of their home. The white-hooded boy had a feeling that his sister hadn’t come close to those types of things. She was a mommy and daddy’s girl at heart and while that might have gotten her a doting eye from their parents, it did little for her skills outside of their home.

It was this that Emmerich hoped to exploit. Casually, of course. He didn’t want to be a complete jackass to his sister. She was a pain, yeah, but she was still his family. As much of a stuck-up brown-noser as Isa might have been, he would have made sure to fight anyone who threatened her. That was his purpose on the borders of the hollow.