We eventually settled on a plan: Fao and I would keep the bed — there was no separating him from me at night, and honestly I didn't want to be separated either. Rowan would take the pull-out, and Fao helped her set it up, then dragged every spare blanket and pillow in the cabin over to it, building her what could only be described as a nest.
"This is... actually really comfortable," Rowan admitted, settling into the pile. "Did you just make me a dog bed?"
Fao huffed. "Wolf bed. For pack."
"Pack," Rowan repeated, something softening in her face. "I'm pack?"
"You are her family. Her family is my family." He said it like it was obvious. "Pack."
Rowan had gotten suspiciously misty-eyed at that, though she'd blamed it on allergies.
But first — wine.
Three hours later, we were all on the
