It's been a while, so I decided to visit the packhouse and see my mother. She must have difficulty adjusting to the new place with so many strange scents and people. As soon I stepped inside, I could hear voices from the kitchen at the back. Pups were running around in the living room as always, but I stood there, taking in their giggles and crinkled eyes. 

For a long minute, I couldn't help but imagine watching my pup in the near future, acting the same way. A weak grin stretched ...