Sleepy Fox Hollow Bruder

Boy, it was fun to bully the hell out of his brother.

Emmerich delighted in the flopping paws that Anselm offered. Even as his greyscale brother toppled forward, the white-hooded child yapped happily, excitedly. He bowed so that his toes were stretched out and in perfect range for Anselm’s assault. Connection was made and those teeth were sharper than Emmerich had anticipated. He yiped! The roundness of his frame rolled over so that his feet kicked up in the air.

The troublemaker extended his neck to nip at Anselm’s forelegs. His own paws churned in the air, striking at whatever they could reach. They stung to high heaven, though. Emmerich was not a fan of that pain.