The house is warm and cozy and smells like warm apples. The Walls are painted a bright yellow, I could see portraits hanging on the walls. They must be portraits of her family. I wasn't close enough to make out the faces,as the wolf still had a tight grip on my arm. At the far corner was a piano, it was one of those classic ones that looked out of date but produced the best sounds. I could tell from the woodwork, it was brown and old- very old. Something like that could only be found by the right people. People who dealt with money. People like that knew how to use money to get whatever they wanted. I knew because aunt Maya owned one and it had cost her a fortune when she had found it at an auction. To own something like this, I supposed the pack healer was rich, or perhaps everyone in the
