Sleepy Fox Hollow heiter

It was then Anselm learned indirectly of a wolf’s life expectancy. He grinned as his papa ruffled his ears, but as Mahler tore into the elk his smile faded away. 

Seven years to a wolf barely on the cusp of his first seemed an immeasurable amount of time. He was silent as Mahler chewed. He would be nearly five when Mahler was eleven; this seemed impossibly ancient. 

Anselm waited for his father to eat by testing the air. Around scents of decay he could smell other things; cold snow, water in the distance. Occasionally he thought he scented rats. When Mahler had finished Anselm ate his own fill, but remained uncharacteristically quiet.