At dinner there was a good atmosphere. It had been a day of both work and pleasure. I had made a good deal with Doyle to buy their own woven fabric and a large selection had already been loaded on the wagon. Maxwell and I had stolen ourselves some enamored time, something we had never had at home since we were both busy with our duties. I had spent an hour over midday watching him play with the pack's puppies! He would become an amazing father! I don't even think the puppies discovered that they were trained in the play! As their play became more vocal, several of the pack's members had come to see what was happening and some of the young wolves ended up attending. Doyle and Cleo came over and watched with me. "I can not thank you enough!" Cleo took my hand and gave it a squeeze, I looked
