Sleepy Fox Hollow tropfen blut

They were called to hunt.

Emmerich was more of a guardian of the hollow than he was a supplier of great meats. He was capable, yes. It simply had never blossomed as a passion in the boy. He took pride in the protection that he offered their corner of the mountain.

For some time, he debated joining his father. The white-hooded son paced the trees with his ears pointed toward the summons. It was not until he had captured Anselm’s scent that he decided to engage with the hunting party. Emmerich set a steady pace and made his way toward Mahler. It wasn’t long before he found his place at his brother’s side. Hawk yellow eyes fixed on their father.