Sleepy Fox Hollow Können

Numbness had set into the young wolf’s paws. Emmerich grimaced at the touch of it, hungry to return home and curl up in the dark of the den. He had done all he could to remain vigilant on the borders of their small pack. The taste of winter had only deterred him slightly.

Squinting into the breeze, Emmerich took a moment to convince himself of one more patrol. His frame swayed slightly against the wind. The thought of home sang like a siren through the trees. Battling with himself for what felt like ages, the white-hooded boy finally stepped forward.

One more patrol.