***Clint
After putting the last of the journals away last night, I returned to my room and called both my dad and Adam. I shared the key information that I had gathered from her notebooks, sparing the detail of my actually getting the information that way. They didn’t ask how I got the information and I did not share it. They both know far more about being in a mateship than I do. Sure, I know what I have been taught so that I can lead my territory and pack, but the nuance of everyday mateship is different. I explained to them that she believes I rejected her and is now avoiding one-on-one conversations with me, not giving me the opportunity to explain what actually occurred. Both of them found it humorous that she had made the packhouse inhabitable by her cooking as a way to avoid me. As
