Drew could not take his eye off Carrie as they walked back to her room. They had spent hours in the dining room, and only a small portion of their time had been spent eating. Carrie had delighted the wolf pups, parents, and everyone else in the dining hall with story after story. Drew had no idea if they were stories she often told or if she was making them up as she went, but they were wonderful. He had already decided that if she had made them up, he wanted to record them and publish them in a book.
“It was OK to sit on the floor and tell stories, wasn’t it?” Carrie asked, breaking the silence.
“Of course. Why do you think I joined you?” Drew asked with a grin. “I loved seeing how the pups crowded around you, and their parents joined you from the table. They already accept you as thei
