"They're leaving," Damon said the next morning when Grae ca to et him in his office.
"Eliade?" Grae's eyebrows pinched together in a severe scowl.
Damon nodded.
"Are we sending anyone to keep an eye on them?" Grae asked.
"Just one scout in case they decide to return. We'll probably keep one on rotation in the Grimm near Eliade for the foreseeable future," he responded, fixing Grae with a glare that indicated how much he blad him for the situation they had to deal with now. Damon crossed his thick arms, the cords of veins there becoming more visible.
"I approve," Grae replied, his voice coming out deeper than usual as he glared back.
Damon was a large guy, but Grae was larger, and the physical size of both n beca apparent as they stared each other down—Grae from his position standing in front of Damon's desk and Damon sitting behind it. Eventually Damon diverted his eyes to the window.
"You ran the periter yesterday?" he asked. "Find anything unusual?"
"No. Everything is secure. The runners do well," Grae said.
"They are young. They enjoy it," Damon answered. "Andreas ntioned having an office arranged for you, so I had the guys make room for you across the hall. Do you approve of that?"
Grae smirked at the sarcasm. "It will do."
All of the revelations at Sylvia's the night before, specifically his conversation with Sam about taking back the pack, the news of his sister's pregnancy, and the realization about how many issues the pack had been dealing with while he had been gone, had given Grae the determination to own his dominance in the pack going forward.
It wouldn't be an easy path, and he wasn't sure exactly what it would entail just yet—there were so many factors currently at play with Eliade, the elders, the alyko, and Goddess knows what else—but he was going to walk it one step at a ti. There was a vision now to focus on in the distance as he did, one that included his mate and honored his parents and Maggie.
Once Grae had lingered long enough to fill Damon's office with that very resolution of dominance, he sauntered over to the office that they had arranged for him. It had a large window overlooking the front of the pack house where he could see the pond with morning light glittering on its surface.
There was no apparent excuse at the mont to follow the scout off land and find Penelope. He was going to have to wait for the opportunity to present itself, but sothing told him he wouldn't have to wait too long. The problem was that he was eager to get her reaction to the alyko map and find out exactly what her motivation was for working with Eliade.
After staring at the desk in the middle of the room thinking of all of the ways speaking with Penelope could uncover vital information he did not have, he walked out to go find Zosi. Maybe, with as fast as that girl talked, she would let sothing important slip.
"Grae," Damon called after him from the door of his office. "How would you like to make sure the mother gets ho without any detours?"
Grae stared at Damon who was leaning back on the doorfra. Seeing that August's mother went back to the midwest would take more ti than what he had hoped, but it would give him the opportunity he was after.
"I'll do it," he replied. Damon waved him in to go over the details.
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August spent the morning researching art project ideas for the pups to do on her laptop and trying to arrange plans for each lesson. The problem was that there was just so much she wanted to do with them right away.
Young Alexander ntioned that he was interested in graffiti, and August had started thinking about other examples of urban intervention art that would likely interest more of the pups as well. What was exciting and fun about urban interventions was that they were always surprises for onlookers—whether they were googly eyes affixed to everyday objects or flash mobs in a busy public setting or so kind of whimsical structural design. They were sotis also activist in nature, using clever visual elents to comnt on things happening in the community.
The inherent challenge behind creating urban intervention projects for the pups was that they weren't in an urban environnt. They were surrounded by dense woods in most places, and it probably wasn't a good idea to bring sothing like what she had in mind to the more public spaces on pack land just yet. It would take ti to gauge how anything like that would be received by pack mbers, which was one of the most important considerations.
With these challenges in mind, she turned to what could be done with the wilderness that surrounded them. There was an article she recalled reading about an artist who had spent an entire year in the woods sowhere creating what were essentially large, whimsical designs using nothing but branches and other natural elents from his surroundings.
After a little bit of searching, August found the artwork she had been thinking of. According to the write up on the project, the large woodland sculptures were made using only cables and things like twined branches and other surrounding organic material. This was sothing she and the pups could do.
While doing sothing like drawing would be more practical as an art introduction for the pups, she doubted it was sothing that would get them all excited the way this would. It might even bring more pups in to join than had originally planned on participating. And since the weather was going to get cold soon and less easy to work in, now was really the most opportune ti until spring ca.
All that she needed was a little bit of material and a lot of imagination. She grabbed her phone with a huge smile on her face and texted Greta her idea along with the link to the woodland intervention article. The pups were going to love this.. She couldn't wait to get started.
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