Woodside

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a little scuffle," she waved it off, rolling her eyes with the smile still on her face.

Seeing August's expression remain unchanged, she added, "It'll be gone by tomorrow. No worries," and she squeezed August's arm reassuringly. "Putting little shits in their place, remember?" she mumbled out the side of her mouth, finally bringing a small smile to August's face.

No one else looked concerned about it, and August remembered how Greta had caused Gunnar to go flying like a rag doll at the pack house. Maybe 'scuffles' were common, and the peach-haired girl certainly seemed capable of handling herself. August looked at Graeme who gave her a reassuring nod.

"Jack was mentioning to August how the pups might like learning art techniques from her," Sam said to Greta.

Greta's face brightened. "What a great idea," she agreed, turning to August. "The ones who are interested now just rely on YouTube, I'm sure."