Beta Tyler
The room is filled with roses and balloons, chocolates, and gifts that everyone left for us.
“Wow. What did you... Do?” I ask, as my hands caress the fabric over a hand-sewn quilt, beautifully wrapped in a red ribbon and a simple note saying thank you.
“Nothing. Just. Our job. Helped their pack back on their feet, and restored their lands. Nothing big.” he says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Wow. These are beautiful.” I say as I see woodenly carved toys. “Oh, these are nice! They did a great job carving these out,” he says, grabbing one out of the basket. He held a small baby wolf with one ear hanging low.