“Thank you,” Phoebe smiled at the staff. She hated to think their little project had interfered with meal preparation, but the kitchen was quite large and the staff assured her the use of one oven meant nothing.
“Of course, Luna,” Myra, the head of the kitchen, answered. She was a robust she-wolf, a mother who successfully raised three pups and her niece. Myra reminded Phoebe of the motherly wolf in charge of the kitchen at her old pack. “You can come by any time. And please bring the pups too.”
Phoebe hugged the older she-wolf; much to the latter’s surprise, before herding the pups back to the dining hall. Their parents were already arriving. They had been told their pups would be at the kitchen, rather than the daycare center. The pups greeted their parents, eager to show off their c
