Sleepy Fox Hollow My paws are tired

The call was answered by a sturdy young boy who made little time in racing across the hollow to where Mahler was.

Breathing heavily, Emmerich drew closer to the two wolves. He admired the presence of his papa with glowing yellow eyes. The stranger was intriguing, as well. The white-hooded boy stepped into view and met the gaze of the individual with a small smirk. His eyes narrowed, but his posture remained aloof. The gargoyle’s son was the embodiment of a cool teenager – it was only fitting that his figure should match.

Papa, he greeted Mahler with a nudge and a softer expression. Who is this? Eyes were back on the stranger with a curious gleam.