We reached the Pack House, the commotion of a large group of wolves gathered in one place hard to miss as we walked around to the large open area in the back. The sounds of laughter, conversation, and general good fun drifted on the breeze entangled with the smells of the meats on the grills. It was almost tangible, if summer had a sound, a scent, this would be it. As we emerged from the shelter of the Pack House we were greeted by several pack members and even some of the pups. “Ceddy! Ceddy!” A young pup, by the name of Grant, and about the age of four came running up, wrapping his arms around my legs. “Well hello to you too, Grant.” I scooped him up into my arms, “Have you been behaving while I was gone?” “Yes! I protected Mama from da monsters!”
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