“Valia! We need more hands!”

Nox’s voice cracked through the courtyard like a whip. He staggered under the weight of five stacked heavy boxes, each one wobbling precariously like drunken soldiers.

Valia dropped her broom. Mouth agape, like she could not believe her sight “Nox, why didn’t you just make two trips?”

He grunted, arms trembling. “Because, I and my wolf are superficial dogs, so we must keep up appearance, like a challenge” The boxes shifted again. “and possibly a ...