Sleepy Fox Hollow it don't feel right to see you, friend

The fear that Isa might beat him to the borders was what urged Emmerich into a sprint. The call had sounded at the edge of their hollow homeland. It was a voice that was unfamiliar to the aspiring guardian. The mystery of it was alluring. If he was going to seal his first trade, the white-hooded boy would need to make sure that he responded to these calls. It was his duty, first and foremost. It would also give him a leg up above his sister.

Drawing toward the unfamiliar figure at the edge of their home, Emmerich lifted his head and yipped out a soft greeting. The white of his head did not stand above the other boy’s. Siku was fairly tall, he noted with an impressed glance of the other wolf’s figure. It would be nice to know what brought the dappled young wolf to Paleo.

Hallo, Emmerich greeted with a smile, tail flicking from side to side. This is Paleo. You called, so… my papa or mama should come, too. I can help while we wait. The young guardian squinted curiously at their guest.