As Logan cradled his younger sister Ginny in his arms, he stepped through the doorway of their quaint, rustic home, greeted by the familiar, comforting aroma of cooking. Their mother, absorbed in her culinary tasks, hadn't noticed their arrival.
"Dinner will be ready shortly, you two go play for a while," Mother Wolf instructed, her focus still on the bubbling pots, her voice a soothing blend of warmth and command.
Curious, Logan approached her quietly, Ginny snug against his chest. "What are you preparing, Mom?" he inquired, peering over her shoulder into the steaming cauldron.
"You scamp, you're not" She began, her tone playful, but the words hung suspended as she turned and caught sight of Logan. Her eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy. "Logan! When did you get back?"
She stared at her son, her expression a mix of astonishment and delight. Logan, her eldest, had been increasingly absent, his responsibilities pulling him away from the tribe for weeks at a time.