Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwichtigen

the hollow was quiet. the invasions seemed to have stopped. each day mahler and wylla marked their borders, and each day the man took one or more of his growing children with him on patrol.
this evening it was @Emmerich. the man strode along the far eastern border, pausing with a low chuff of annoyance. he indicated a heap of dung and several pawmarks. 
"kojoten," he said grimly. it would be better for emmerich to go home now.
he only had four months, after all. the man stared down at the spoor, thinking.