Sleepy Fox Hollow Können

Me neither, the white-hooded boy admitted with a small frown at their surroundings. Dusty looked fine in it, though that might have just been how he looked about everything. They were both getting to share in the first of winter. Emmerich wondered if the coy missed his family and wished that he could be nearer to them. He seemed chipper enough, though there was no telling if that was accurate to how he felt.

When Dusty Rose commented on his appearance, the young wolf’s hawkish eyes danced up to his companion’s pointed face. There was some play in the coy. He wanted to scrap, maybe. Emmerich was pleased to do it. It would get his body worked up, warmed by the motion.

Bowing down quickly, Emmerich waved his tail in the air in a taunting way. Before Dusty might try to get him, the white-hooded youth pushed forward and aimed to tackle the wiry body into the snow.