Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

cradled in the stone embrace of the sunspire, the hollow was not often plagued by predators. bears knew to wander down into wolf territory put them at a slanted disadvantage. other wolves had tried their luck, only to be rebuffed.
his sons were hardly boys, and since young ages they had accompanied mahler and wylla upon patrols and hunts that ranged further and further afield. 
wylla's time was near, and mahler kept himself close, hardly leaving the bounds of their territory. anselm's call struck a particular and instinctual fear inside the father, and it lent a younger speed to him as he raced in that direction. cat, wolf; the patriarch pounded powerfully past anselm, not noticing the child. dirt clods shattered beneath his paws; his growl poured bleakly around them as he pursued the young feline for some distance.
the long legs and youth of the animal outpaced mahler, but he felt a decisive fear had been struck into the animal. he slowed to catch his breath and returned at once to the young paleo wolf and — a boy.
a sickly boy, his experienced eyes told him at once.
"ve vill hunt it again tonight. i do not think it vill stay so close, but best to be sure." mahler checked over anselm as he spoke, then turned his amethyst eyes back to the child. "vhat are you doing alone?"