Going Out

After lunch Erina and I take a tour of the pack.

She looks around with great interest and asks brilliant questions. “When my brothers arrive here, I'll take them to the gym, Alpha King,” she admits as we visit the modern facilities. “And I go to the Spa with my sisters”. I smile at this last comment.

“Don't you think you're too young for the Spa? You will have to wait a few more years with make-up and massages”, I let her know dryly. “But your mother is, of course, welcome to enjoy herself here. Invite her to Midnight Moon. Then we'll take her to this place." And again, that dubious expression appears on her face. But she nods nonetheless.

When we walk to the pool where some athletes practice, she's back to her old self. “Tell me, can you swim? These youngsters participate in competitions with other packs. We have won several cups. But we've never won a prize in your age category." Her enthusiasm is almost palpable, she grabs my hand. “I want to win the first cup for yo