“Should we unpack the rest of the house you brought with you?” I quipped at my father with a sarcastic smile. “I only brought what I thought we would need,” he said innocently as we made our way to the jeep. “We're wolves, Dad, all we need is a cave,” I said picking on him. “Wait, what do you mean by “we”?” I asked as his words rattled in my brain. “Are you coming home with me?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “No” I answered as I shook my head. “I didn't think so. I'm staying with you,” he said as he opened the door and began to unpack.
Thirty minutes later, the jeep was empty and the cave was set up with two cots, blankets, pillows, a table with chairs, food, stuff for a fire, and lights. “Home sweet home,” I said proudly looking over our hard work. “Now,” my father said coming to my side
