Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Anselm stepped back, observing the masterful way Mahler took command of the situation. Someday, he hoped to be like his father -- with a little of Wylla's firebrand schwung.


Mahler stepped forth, cueing Donnie to press to his lips. In that moment Anselm realized how truly scrawny Donnie was -- his fur was rough and lackluster, hanging from a frame thinner than Anselm had seen before. He offered nothing, ears churning as he listened to every sound and scented the wind in case the wildcat came back.