Eighteen
The sun continued to shine for days and days, and the snow melted so much that the only bits left were in the deep shade, or on the north side of the house. Deirdre was glad of the friendly weather, even though she knew it couldn’t last. Still, now she and Amaal could go hiking around the property, could take Sasha with them, her leg healed to the point where she had all her old mobility, even though there was still a ragged bare patch in her fur that would probably take months to truly disappear.
Christmas was now only two weeks away, although Deirdre wasn’t quite sure what the holiday would even mean, now that the world had changed so much. It wasn’t as though she and Amaal needed to exchange presents; gift-giving lost a good deal of its significance when you were with someone
