“DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’m telling you?” I asked the following afternoon. Ethan, Ember, and I were outside, the pup corralled between our legs as we attempted to get the bloodling’s feedback on her future. Because, with no way of finding Sarah or getting in touch with my mate, it seemed like we needed to make a decision as soon as possible on the question of whether to inject Ember with F2F.
And I figured the wolfling in question should have a say in her own future...assuming she was able to understand the issue at hand, that was. An assumption that remained to be tested.
The bloodling was currently busy gnawing on the cuff of Ethan’s jeans, so I picked her up to point her nose in my general direction. I’d found that it was sometimes necessary to refocus the pup’s attention or even to r
