Sleepy Fox Hollow devil in me

"guten nachmittag, isa," mahler greeted. he was carrying a brace of woodpigeons which he presently set down. they had been a very lucky catch indeed, but with paleo's numbers only themselves, hunting was not so hard.
with much harrumphing he settled on his own spine alongside isa, and stared up at the sungilt sky with its floating clouds.
"vhat do you suppose that vone looks like?" he asked, lifting a forepaw to gesture toward a particularly tight clump of white drifting.