Kurt
While helping Zelda pack up the remaining items in the kitchen, I catch sight of a few pups helping to bring boxes and bags to the charter bus, where Ash and Eddison are helping to load the storage compartments.
It’s been six days since we arrived here. Dan and I called Maya on the second day of our arrival, asking if we could delay our return to Ivory Fangs to sort through what Zelda and the others would bring with us on our return trip. Luckily, Maya had agreed that our stay would benefit the Harvest Willow wolves and just asked that we call her before we set out.
“This should be the last of it,” Zelda says as she stands, smiling.
“So we should be ready to move out soon?” I ask my niece.
She looks around, taking her time to answer as her smile falls. I know she’s sad about leav
