Chapter 3Jamie woke Saturday morning to sunlight streaming through the windows. While there was a decided chill to the room, the light made it feel warmer and, well, welcoming, he decided. He made a beeline for the outhouse to take care of the most pressing business, looking for Lycus as he went. The wolf-dog was nowhere in sight.
Deciding to brave what he knew would be cool water; he took a fast shower, dried off, and dressed for the day in jeans, a shirt, and a sweatshirt. Hiking boots and socks completed the ensemble. Then he made breakfast—oatmeal with bananas and milk.
What to do next, he wondered. Give the cabin a thorough cleaning, he decided. Getting the bucket he’d brought with him, he went down to the river to fill it water—a concession to the fact he didn’t want to deplete wha
