Nefretiri
"They're fighting again," Taylor runs over to me. "I don't think sending them to their corners will work anymore."
"Oh no," I sigh quietly, glancing at Monica, who raises an eyebrow back at me.
Today's lessons were not on the pack history, etiquette, legalities, or how my role affected political affiliations. Instead, today's class was based on customs, diplomacy inside the pack, and problem-solving.
A.k.a Penelope's 'being-born' party.
As Ivan had predicted, it's what Sierra wanted to talk about the other day. But, first, she tried to remind us that Penelope would be a month old on Tuesday and that it was the pack's tradition to welcome the pup on that day.
Fair enough, I'd been prepared for that conversation and was more than happy to agree to it. I thought it was a nice thing to celebrate. Especially since I hadn't gotten a chance to do something special when she was born.
