Sleepy Fox Hollow I think I’m doing alright.

Emmerich. Anselm ducked under the long roots of a fallen ash tree, having tracked his brother’s scent to the borders. As of late he’d noticed Emmerich’s efforts had redoubled, which caused a light smile to flit across his features. The pair of them made for good guardsmen; Paleo would grow strong between the two of them. 

His keen nose told him a coyote had delved deep into the territory sometime a day or so before. This irked him — he knew from Kinloch and Wylla both that nearby settlements were recently abandoned, why come here and steal Paleo’s food? 

Emmerich’s arresting form strode ahead. Anselm’s pace quickened, long legs churning across the soft moss-studded floor.