FAYE
Out of boredom, I had decided to stroll into the courtyard on the other side of the pack house. When the kids saw me, they ran towards me as usual, asking me to show them tricks. They were the only ones around here I could actually be myself with, so hanging out with them was easy.
I knelt in the grass, surrounded by little ones, their laughter high-pitched and contagious. A pair of twins were trying, and failing, to copy the way I’d shown them to crouch low and stalk as if they were wolves hunting. Their legs tangled, and they tumbled into each other, rolling in giggles.
“Not like that!” I laughed, clapping my hands. “You’ve got to keep your balance, light on your feet. Watch.”
I crouched low, shoulders hunched, my fingers curling as if claws. My gaze locked on them, dramatic and
