The sunlight peeked through the curtains while they ate breakfast. Then Brandt grabbed the comforter off the bed. Taking Emily's hand, he led her outside and down the steps of the porch. A direct patch of sunlight fell through the trees where he shook out the blanket. Pulling her down beside him, he lay back.
It was early in the day but the summer heat made it warmer than most wolves liked. He didn't think it would bother her. Rolling over he drew her close and then without warning rolled them off the blanket onto the pine needles.
Giggles spilled from her lips. His hand came up and with gentle fingers he picked the long pokey needles from her now ruffled hair. "I want you to smell the soil and feel it in your pores. This smell is freedom and magic. The earth feeds the magic and we need
