24) The Family LaFlare

Mj looked around with wonder as the scent of wolves from all different calibers of power and age swirled above the now bustling embankment. She observed in awe as very large, muscular young men and women ran around staking stings of lights into the ground. Moxie groaned, and his body language became restless and jerky as the silhouette of an elderly woman with lush white hair and warm but pale brown skin slowly lit up in the weak glow of the strung up light bulbs.  As the craft came to a jerking stop, Moxie dove from the front of the boat and landed at the base of the shore, covering his shoes in swam sludge and soaking his pants up to the knees. Mj watched the woman in the rocking chair, the minute she saw Moxie’s face her entire being seemed to light up as she rose from the chair and with an unexpected amount of grace made her way down the porch and toward the e