I wish I was probing today; instead, I had to phone my folks to inform them of the wolf problem.
Cooking will never be Marcela's strong point, and I know Calvin would rather eat dirt than anything; he can't cook even if his life depended on it, but at the absolute least he can survive; and together, I know they'll be OK.
Putting Marvel in the bed next to me, I take the phone in this room to call my parents; I had to memorize the number of the pack, which I'm pleased I did because it was picked up after two rings and my father answered.
"Gold Pack, Alpha Milo speaking."
He sounded fatigued, so hopefully my announcement will help him stay calm.
"Hey dad it's me, listen the wolf you came to catch with Stan and Calvin is with us, we will take care of it for a while but I think it's safe t
