Sleepy Fox Hollow Bruder

Anselm shrieked with the strength of a wounded banshee. The noise filled the air and brought Emmerich’s relentless biting to a sharp halt. The boy’s dark ears stood tall on his head. He peered at Anselm with a smug pant, tongue lapping at his snout.

What was the reason for such a noise? A little bite never hurt anyone.

Emmerich yapped at his brother, bowing down on his front paws so that his butt was elevated, and his tail swayed from side to side. The expression on his face was bratty, but he did not want his brother to stop playing with him. His pointy puppy teeth bared, he lunged forward and snapped at the scurrying figure. A spoiled grin formed on his snout.

Only babies run away!