Amanda came flying into the pack house, running in to her mate, who had heard her mind link and was headed out to see her. The force of their collision knocked them both over.
Chance, Roger and Tara's pup, was sitting on the stairs enjoying a glass of milk and cookies. When he saw the two run in to each other, he laughed so hard he snorted milk up his nose. The little pup might have been amused, but Amanda landed right on her tailbone, wincing from the pain.
Chance noticed her discomfort, and made his way over, offering his hand to help her up. "Are you okay, pretty lady?" He asked, looking concerned. "I'm sorry I laughed at you."
"Who is this sweet little gentleman?" Amanda took his hand and pretended he actually pulled her to her feet.
"I'm Chance, and I am moving in to the pack house," he informed her proudly.
