“Slow down,pup!”Dallas smiled at the child.“I think you need to take your wet clothes off first,okay?You don’t want to get Uncle Noah wet,do you?Your mom waits for you over there.”
“Oops!”Jamie giggled and ran back to the hall.
His sisters approached the kitchen with less speed and in orderly fashion—and without their rain gear.
“Good morning,girls,”Mikael said,and May immediately held her hands up to be picked up.
She loved Mikael the most of all the non-wolf adults on the farm.At five years of age,she was almost too big to be picked up and most adults knelt to hug her,but Mikael still lifted her up every time.
Once the wolves—Rider was there too,looking slightly out of place still with both the whole farm family and the wolfpack—were inside,Mikael cleared his throat,and every single person crammed into the moderately sized kitchen went quiet and turned to look at him.
“So how’s it out there?”he asked Sean.