“Are there any of those meatballs left?” Jimmy asked.
Tyson chuckled, “No. The kids polished those off in the second round.”
“How much of that elk is left?” Curt asked as he finished off what was on his plate.
“There is still a front quarter in the kitchen,” Marco replied. He grinned and continued, “Unless our wolf friend finished it off, that is.”
“She did not,” Everly said, stroking the wolf’s head. “She is a polite thing, and has asked permission for every bite we have given her.”
“And she would like another cookie,” Isla giggled. She was the only child still awake. She smiled at the wolf and said, “She loves sweets.”
“Don’t tell your mother,” William chuckled as he offered the wolf another peanut butter cookie. The she-wolf hopped to her feet and happily trotted to him to accept
