Nyah was loving every minute of the attention being lavished upon her by the Smiths, and by the small group of pups who had gathered around. She didn't even mind when they started asking for "wolf rides." She was gentle with them, even when her tail got stepped on. Lucky just sat back and enjoyed the show her wolf was putting on. Nyah's sharp edges had softened, at least for the moment. Lucky wished every day could be like this. For the first time in ages, they were all just having fun.
Traven arrived back at the Pack House, having spent the last hour with Jacob and Roger discussing what Jacob had learned from examining the blood. He was worried, but upon seeing Nyah prancing around with pups on her back, his worry faded and he gave in to the spirit of celebration that was spreading through the pack. There was danger lurking, but he was confident that the extra security measures they had put in to place would allow them to have some time to enjoy some peace, however temporary.
