A new problem emerged at the front of the packhouse. A young female wolf named Taryn had brought in an injured deer, badly wounded, barely alive. “I saw it on the road.” She said breathlessly. “I didn’t want it to suffer.”
I nodded, kneeling beside her. “Good instincts. But now we need to act fast. Elias, Asher, help me get this under control.”
The three of us worked swiftly, blending wolf and human knowledge to stabilize the animal. Our son watched, eyes wide, trying to understand the seriousness of the situation. Gage wandered over, curious, while Arlo stayed behind to comfort his mate.
Once the deer was stabilized, I looked around the clearing. Wolves were watching, learning, assessing and following our lead. The packhouse felt alive in a way I hadn’t expected. Chaotic, yes, but aliv
