I woke up to the sound of the car door clicking. Mike had arranged access for us to stay at a small camp next to the royals. It would make for easy commute and since the border patrol pass each other it would make it easier to slide in. we had been in the car for three days and I was completely stiff from the car ride. we only stopped for gas and in between I would sit in the back and feed the little ones.
our group was greeted by a tall French man. he had broad shoulders and a clean cut mustache but his voice was warm and inviting.
" Greetings family welcome to Les Sols(the grounds). This place is a meditation retreat for wolves who have lost their way. sometimes they are widowed and sometimes they just feel alone. we provide them will love and safety and give them the tools that they
