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

Emmerich frowned at his mother’s words. He didn’t like being tricked.

Plodding over to where she was, the young boy sniffed at her paws and then shifted to the scent of the vole. It was still difficult for him to get a strong grasp on the smell. He felt overwhelmed by the aroma of everything else, as well. Nothing bad, but quite a lot to take in.

Wylla suggested that he try digging to see if he could frighten the vole back out. Emmerich looked up at her with a small wag of his tail. He did not want to disappoint her. The white-hooded child stuffed his nose in the gap between dirt and wood. He could smell something!

At once, Emmerich’s paws began to churn at the earth, pulling them in great clumps from the ground.