I give myself the grace of a final deep breath before opening the door to my first angry then confused then shocked looking brother and father.
"Poppy" dad says, lingering on confused as Drake returns to anger, "Where is he?".
"Good morning to you too" I say, opening the door further as I offer, "Would you like to come in?".
Drake looks past me to Judah, the wolf having, what I'm betting, is another new muffin in his hand.
"You" Drake says, storming past me before a more calm looking dad trails after him.
The roles, however, are reversed when they reach him, Drake yelling "Care to fu*king explain" whilst my father moves with speed I haven't seen in years, pinning Judah to the wall as he asks the same question quietly.
My father's hand tightening on his throat as Judah stands casually
