I am green with envy. Green being the part that is stuck in Florida this time of year. Having grown up in Western Mass, I sorely miss it this time of year. Crisp, cold mornings, warm-ish afternoons. The smell of everything fall... Not to mention the gorgeous colors. Sigh.
Pondering the possibilities will perpetuate perplexity.
(I just had to go there.)
There is more to go than just 7 chapters and an epilogue. The last story will hopefully wrap everything up. I did warn you in Spirit Wolves that it would take all three stories to wrap things up.
No socks or shoes... their feet were like elongated paws.