Sleepy Fox Hollow Beschützen

The dark figure had an intense gaze. Emmerich did not shy from it. He offered a smile, hoping that he might get to know this wolf. Just because they had not met, did not mean that they were any less a part of Paleo. The young, white-hooded wolf did not want to seem like he was a loner, that he operated without the good of his packmates in his mind. That was not him.

Vill you patrol with me? I have not met you. I vould like to know your name.

Emmerich’s father’s accent had started to take hold upon his tongue. Oftentimes, he found himself defaulting to the German that had been taught to him and his sister. The young wolf lifted his head and parked his ears curiously to a point. Would the dark stranger accept his offer?