Sleepy Fox Hollow Bruder

There was no need to wail.

Emmerich frowned and pulled back from Anselm’s noisemaker reaction. The young boy’s ears were flattened to his head. Perhaps if his brother had not squirmed so pleasantly, he might have done well to fend off another attack. Instead, Emmerich found that he was compelled to return to his brother’s grey-dusted ears.

A loud whumph was sucked from his mouth when Anselm found purchase in his gut. Emmerich snapped his teeth with a popping noise before he jumped toward his brother and aimed another snap of his teeth for the other ear. Might as well give Anselm a matching pair.