Sleepy Fox Hollow entdeckung

Dad spoke. Emmerich yapped at him again. His ears pointed when his mouth closed. Mahler was talking in the way that sounded special, unlike anything else. The boy liked it well enough. He didn’t understand the German any more than he did Wylla’s comments in English. It wad nice to hear, though. Nice to know that they were speaking to the kids. 

Duuuuu haaaa, Emmerich said in horrible imitation of Mahler. The boy’s tail waved happily. When he had grown tired of chatter, he whined from the back of his throat and dropped into a bow that he used to taunt Anselm.