That was how Wolfe found himself in a classroom in the caverns under the city three weeks later, with a textbook in his hand, covering a class on construction inscribing for Mary, who had begged off work for the day so she could go play with a group of newborn puppies.
It was totally understandable, and there was a good chance that they were actually sired by Pup, her Familiar, so she was essentially a grandmother. In her words.
Wolfe had stopped to see the little balls of white fluff, and there was an excellent chance she was right, as the mother was a Fae Hound with long shaggy brown fur, instead of the Pup's bright white.
"Good morning everyone. Miss Mary became a puppy grandmother today, so I will be covering her classes. Our lesson for the morning is construction inscription. I know it's not something that came up in the past for many of you, so you might not have done it since your basic training. But that's why we're running this course.
