Mikhail
I knew I was in trouble the moment I saw Natasha with the children.
It was late afternoon, and I had been walking back from training when I heard laughter coming from the clearing near the healing quarters.
I rounded the corner to find Natasha sitting on the ground, surrounded by at least six pack children, all talking over each other.
"Tell us the wolf story again!"
"No, show us the braids!"
"I wanna learn knots!"
Natasha laughed, holding up her hands. "Okay, okay! One thing at a time or my head's gonna explode. How about braids first, then the story if everyone behaves?"
The kids cheered and settled around her. I stayed back, hidden partially by a building, watching as she gathered the girls and started working on one's hair.
"So the trick is you gotta keep it all even,
