Sleepy Fox Hollow Lärm

The woman who was described was distinct enough to draw Emmerich’s attention and hold it. He would need to search for this woman with mismatched eyes. She seemed to have a good deal to share with them. A momentary pang of regret filled the boy’s belly when he thought of Isa and where she was and what she was doing. The white-hooded pup hoped that she was learning and growing into something formidable, something wise. He could not know, though.

I vould like to learn this, preserving of skins, Emmerich commented, nodding sternly.

And ve must find your fox fur, Siku. Foxes that have vhite fur are not common here, but I have seen one. The yellow eyes of the young guardian shifted toward the mountains. Higher on the mountain. It would not be a long journey, but it would test their physical strength.