Sleepy Fox Hollow worfeln

Mahler said that he was going to check their stores. He said that if they did not have all they needed, it would mean a trip out of the hollow. Emmerich’s ears were pointed with interest. The white-hooded boy thought that he would enjoy accompanying his father on such a trip. It would mean stretching his legs beyond their borders and their claim.

I will go with you, to see the stores. I’ll go with you if you need to refill the stocks, too.

The young wolf stepped beside his father. The chill of winter nipped at his flesh. Emmerich looked up at the grey in the skies and breathed out a plume from his nose. It would be the first winter that he would ever experience. The world felt different.