The Silver Moon clearing pulsed with the sounds of drums, laughter, and a dozen different versions of victory howls. Warriors, bruised, battered, and beaming, clinked bottles and retold the same stories with increasingly heroic embellishments. Pups dashed through the legs of elders, yipping excitedly as they reenacted their favorite moments of the battle.
"I'm Alpha Hunter!" one squeaked, brandishing a stick like a sword. "No, I'm Alpha Celeste!" another shouted, flipping dramatically onto the ground. Their fake growls clashed like thunder.
Lisa, perched on a hay bale with a margarita and a megaphone, observed with the air of a general surveying her troops. "If I have to hear one more six-year-old growl like Rogue, I’m charging babysitting fees."
Logan strolled over, dodging a flying pu
