Sleepy Fox Hollow besteigung

with the three little ones far more mobile, mahler had taken to patrolling along more and more. sometimes if he did not go far, he took one or more of them along. anselm was with him today, padding at his father's flank. the boy was growing lanky and his large paws evinced a larger size to possibly come.
nostrils flared. the man growled a single note as he bristled. there was an intruder in the hollow. he warned anselm back up along the small rise, and there the pup stood, silhouetted.
mahler turned back to the trespasser. they were young, hardly more than a mite of flesh on any inch of their body. malnourished and contorted now in pain. a woman. the gargoyle's aggression abated. "frau," he said gravely, "do you know vhere you are? can you speak?"