Sleepy Fox Hollow sunset

It was late, but the howl at the edge of their hollow was enough to spark life in the young guardian. He huffed and rose to his paws, shaking the sleep from his figure. Yellowsharp eyes lifted and searched to gain his grounding. One ear flicked back and Emmerich began his trek to discover who had arrived so late in the night. 

Drawing near the area where the call had sounded, the boy scanned the foliage for signs of a traveler. When he saw her, he watched. It was only for a moment. Emmerich wished to know if she was hurt, if she carried a threat with her. When she did not reveal anything to him in his surveillance, the young wolf stepped from the brush. 

You have come to Paleo, he offered the name of their home. Velcome. How might I assist?