Dougy’s POV
What a wonderful day I’m having! I spent well over an hour with my son Douglas, letting him see wolves from every angle imaginable so that he could carve an image of a wolf in his block of wood. He’s really quite talented for such a young boy. He’s nearly 10 years old I found out, which sounds about right.
Then I escorted him back almost to the door of the old dilapidated house.
“Will ye promise me to return, Dougy?” My son asked me. I hadn’t the courage to tell him who I was just yet, but he had thought it a rare and marvelous thing that we shared the same name. “And will ye bring yer wolves with ye again?”
“Oh, aye!” I promised him. “Mebbe in a few days. I have some matters to attend to first. But I promise ye to return as soon as I can!”
He smiled up at me wi
