Sleepy Fox Hollow hazoo hazay

Fading here <3

Wylla watched Dusty Rose, halfway between amused and concerned by his skittish behaviour. It was difficult to tamp down the instinctual urge to chase when he scuttled away in the manner of a guilty criminal, but she managed, and with hardly a grimace to show for the effort!

Time would tell if she could warm to this strange little coyote-man and his suspicious ways.

She settled easily onto her side as Mahler began weaving his tale, scooting Isa closer with one foreleg and struggling to fend off Emmerich's affectionate mouthing with just her jaw. Mahler's story was not long, but by the end of it, she found her eyelids heavy and her throat tight with an impending yawn. Slinging her muzzle down over her daughter, she let drowsiness overcome her and was fast asleep before the next story began.