Hal was a friend, a better friend than he would usually have admitted to, which is why it was easy to look for him. He didn’t require all the extra reassurance some of the others would, or the effort. The only one he reserved that for currently was Wes, justifiably shaken by the whole you know, loss of his entire corporeal being bit.

“Hand me that.” He was pointing to a pair of sheers next to the wolf, ready to continue methodically plucking all the best blooms for his little pet project. He needed this, the routine, the normalcy. “How are you and 69 Chevy holding up? Put a real damper on the puppy play, I imagine.”