Sleepy Fox Hollow spaziergang

dusty rose was talkative, as much as any other young wolf his age. mahler found this amusing. he was reminded of thade and phaedra, and realized anew that his young brood would be coming up into such years as time went on. time was a fickle and chaotic thing, and he an ageing man with a wandering mind.
he trained it to what dusty was saying. "fathers? as in more than vone?" but he did not judge. "the song is about a crab who goes too far from sea and gets trapped upon a mountain," mahler chuckled. "it is more a lullaby than anything."
he pawed at the base of a tree, and an insect scurried through the dry leaves. "käfer," he offered at once, looking to dusty.
"you seem to be a volf of many talents. you sing. you speak multiple languages." what else was there behind the soft young hide.