The Day Goes On

Tara could hear people talking and passing through the corridor outside her office door all the time. It was, after all, one of four main corridors that led to the kitchens. At least her office smelled good with cooking food. Right now, it smelled of the yeast from baking bread and what must be roasting chickens.

Unlike human institutions like this, packs prided themselves on quality and availability. Food was one of the driving forces of a pack, as were other simple things like water and these days electricity, and the internet. Cellphones were a must. Tara didn’t know how she avoided using hers for so long. She still struggled to remember all of its uses and how to get it to do what she wanted, but it was coming slowly.

What to do next? Find out what the mom-to-be needs exactly and have a list ready for them when they get here. How could she forget that? Also, she needed to know about spaces available for a new pack, because where would they put the Lycan