Ivan
"Is she home?" Luke frowns as we walk up the path to Gladys's house. Unlike many of us, Yaya chooses to live in the woods away from the city. When I was little, many kids were scared to come here. Assuming it was run down or creepy. The first time I'd visited with my mom, I'd been afraid of the same, but Yaya believed in modern comforts. She just preferred to live closer to nature.
Her house had electricity, internet, and TV, and she made the best pies in the world. I remember running here whenever I got upset with my uncle.
"Yeah, she's here," I grin, hearing the music playing from her records. That was the only thing she didn't compromise on. Yaya believed music sounded better on vinyl. "Yaya?"
"Out here!" she calls back, and I grin at Luke. We walk around the side of the house to find the old she-wolf tending her garden. "I wasn't expecting you boys today."
"Aw," Luke frowns, his shoulder slumping. "That means no pie."