CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
The scent of pine and fresh earth mingles in the air, a sure sign that spring has finally taken a firm grip on the forest around us. I weave through the bustling members of the Pine Pack, all of us caught up in a whirlwind of preparation for the annual Spring festival. Laughter bubbles up from a group of pups as they dart between legs, their excitement infectious.
"Careful with those streamers," I call out to Mason, who's trying to drape the colorful paper ribbons high into the branches without much success. His wolfish grace doesn't quite translate when he’s on two feet and reaching awkwardly above his head.
"Could use your cheerleading skills here, Daisy!" he jests, almost losing his balance.
I chuckle and shake my head, my red curls bouncing around my shoulders. "Y
