Several days pass in relative peace, and the general atmosphere of this place has changed.
For one, it has a name now. Wolf's Landing. Not my doing; Lisa's. Then Kellan ran with it. And now everyone's calling it that.
They're starting to take pride in the place, realizing we're here for the long haul. At least for now. It's no longer a temporary refuge, but our new (albeit still temporary) home.
Our freezers are slowly filling. Wolves are excellent hunters, but it doesn't mean every hunt ends in success. Two expeditions to town have filled our pantry, and a group of she-wolves have come forward to take over the general cooking.
"Why didn't they do all this before you took over?" Lisa asks, peering over my shoulder as I doodle on paper.
"They were, but they had very few supplies to work with, and many families were just going out and feeding themselves, thinking it would be better to be self-sufficient. Some fed others they knew needed help. But it just wasn't organized."
