Stories About Dad

After a dinner of stew, which Raven had put on hours ago, with plenty for all of us, including our visitors, When we were all done, and the dishes were clear, we gathered in the living room. I was hopeful Everly and Ronin would tell us about my dad. Over dinner, they’d chatted about how they spent most of their time traveling in their wolf forms from forest to forest, never staying in any one place very long. They said there were a few other members of their pack still out there, but not many, and most had given up on their wolves long ago, trying to blend into regular society. The other shifters at the table, my wolves, had made faces at that, and I got the impression it must b