"Luna August!" the familiar pups called, racing to her when they saw her come outside.
"Luna!"
"You look like an angel!"
"She looks like a faerie!"
"Look at our masks!"
"How did you and Alpha do that, Luna? I can feel you in my heart!"
"I feel them, too!"
"I felt it first! You didn't even know what was happening, Bear!"
"You are so beautiful, Luna!"
All of the pups she taught in art gathered around her, talking excitedly and making her laugh. Graeme was speaking with some males in the pack a few yards away, glancing toward her and smiling at the exuberance of the youth who adored his mate.
"You all look so wonderful," she told them. "Are you happy with your masks?"
"Oh yes, look!" Clementine answered, and she put her mask over her head, little eyes peaking out through the holes they had made in the flower mask.
"Look at that. What a beautiful flower," August's eyes crinkled.
