~Harlow’s Point of View~
“Ohhh my gosh! There’s so many,” I squeal, as I run toward a mama and her puppies. They look as though they can’t be more than a few days old. They’re all nursing or trying to, since they want to crawl over each other.
I immediately want all of them though I know that isn’t practical. But in my head, I’m already naming them. They’re golden retrievers and they are impossibly cute. A pet was something I always desperately wanted but in foster care it would have been another mouth to feed, and they don’t like that.
“No,” Luke says, as his hands move to my shoulders in an attempt to hold me back.
“But it's going to freeze tonight! We can’t leave them,” I protest, pouting.
“Surely you know how crazy wolves are over transferred scents? She isn’t going to want our st
