Holly's face flushed red. She snatched the clothes from Annie's hands, crumpled them into a ball, and randomly stuffed them into a gift box she was holding.
Master Thornton, the wolf who had given her that gift box, raised a hand to stop her. But it wasn't his place to grab it, so he simply lowered his hand, his old face flushed crimson.
A blush crept across his resolute, weathered face. He raised a hand to fiddle with his tattered apron and muttered, "I think I left something cooking in the kitchen. I'll go check on it."
WHOOSH~
Before he even finished speaking, Master Thornton had vanished.
The silent pack instantly burst into a flurry of activity.
"I just remembered, I haven't hung up the laundry from the washing machine!"
"I'm feeling a little sleepy. Holly, take my gift, and don't forget to open it! I'm going to bed now!"
