Sleepy Fox Hollow we don't know what we're doing, but we're standing proud

Mom’s voice sounded, drawing Emmerich’s attention to where she was. The silver-headed child rose from his sleeping spot and teetered out to where Wylla stood. Her son beamed up at her and wagged his tail until his back end was swaying from side to side. He thought that his mother was impressive in all things, that she was amazing.

The movement at her paw drew his eye for a moment. Emmerich paused in his approach, peering intently at the vole who struggled to escape her clutches. The pup was curious why his mom was holding onto the little thing so tightly. It didn’t appear to be happy about any of the commotion.

Ma! Emmerich yapped, bouncing toward Wylla another few steps. His head tilted curiously at her, expecting she might give him some idea of what they were going to do.