Arlo finally slammed his notebook shut. “Enough speculation. Let’s figure out what we’re actually doing today. First, we check the pen’s integrity. Then we monitor it. Then we discuss options.”
Gage groaned, muttering under his breath. “Options. Always options.”
Asher gave him a look. “Yes, Gage. Options. We need to understand what we’re dealing with.”
Emily stayed quiet, but I noticed her hands trembling slightly. She was clearly nervous, but she didn’t want to admit it.
By mid-morning, we had the wolf fully assessed. Arlo had checked its breathing, observed its posture, and noted its alertness. The pen was secure, with extra reinforcements in case of sudden movement. Emily stayed near the edge, never leaving Gage’s side.
“Alright.” I said finally. “We’ve got it contained, we’ve got
