Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwichtigen

"wir müssen sie abschrecken," mahler answered, straightening with a grunt. "Ein hungriger kojote frisst alles." he looked seriously at emmerich.
"even a volf cub."
his children were a bit large for an average coyote to carry away, not to mention the stalwart guardianship of the adults around them. but mahler would not suffer the beasts to think of the hollow as theirs, lest they attempt to set up their own den in wintertime.
he trotted out, heavy steps and rippling strength carrying him easily along their path. he expected emmerich to stay close.
he stopped again. here were fresher pawmarks. they had killed a pheasant. he sniffed at the scattered feathers.