REBECCA
Reiner, the kids, and I spent most of the morning wandering around in the woods, exploring and enjoying almost every corner of the property.
Around lunchtime, we stopped in a small meadow next to a bend in the river to have our picnic: Reiner and I had prepared an absolutely obscene amount of sandwiches for a human picnic - but perfect for feeding two pups and two adult wolves tired from two hours of running. So perfect, in fact, that when the meal was over, all four of us were taken by a pleasant sleepiness: exhaustion, satiety and the peace of the place got the better of us, and we decided to indulge in a nap.
Reiner, who was in much, much need of regaining contact with his inner wolf, had shifted back, and was snoozing about eight feet away from me, with Violet snuggled again
