Two:
“There’s no party, like a wolf party!”
Olaf exclaimed vehemently, and I rolled my eyes. We were walking to the car. Anne hung onto my arm and looked up curiously.
“A wolf party?”
Her inquest was obvious. Olaf waggled his eyebrows at her and fluttered ahead of her like an overgrown peacock. Sometimes I secretly wished they got along less smashingly. However, they were two parts of my small world. A girl could do worse in her selection of companions.
“Yes, that is over-simplified. However, the core of this Equinox event is a celebration. This is a time when the lycanthropes retreat to the wilds to celebrate their animal souls. They take refuge and comfort in familial bonds. Also, it is a place where leadership is often handed off to the next generation.”
I said, and Olaf whistled
