Sleepy Fox Hollow Können

A familiar voice drew the boy’s yellow squinted eyes toward a springy figure. Their numbers were small in Paleo but even if that were not true, Emmerich could not have forgotten the rust-pointed coy. Their introduction had been a peculiar thing. It had been surprising that Mahler had allowed the funny stranger to join their numbers. It turned out that Dusty Rose had done well for himself as a hunter.

Hey, Dusty Rose, Emmerich answered in a gruff voice. His expression reflected his appreciation for the weather. The young wolf looked positively miserable. Parts of his internal dialogue were still trying to convince him to turn back and go nap away the bite of cold. Maybe if he had company…

Dusty Rose thought that Emmerich blended with the snow. The young wolf smirked and breathed a laugh through his nose in a puff of air. He didn’t shy away from the coy’s snout which sniffed at his nape and hunted for scents that were carried in the young boy’s pelt.

What have you been doing? Enjoying the snow? Dusty Rose didn’t seem perturbed by it, at all.