THIRD PERSON POV

Scott nodded, grateful for his mother's understanding. "That's a good idea, Mom. Fiona, would you like a tour of the pack house? It's not as big as some of the others, but it's home."

Fiona smiled warmly, her silver eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I'd love that, Scott. Lead the way."

Fiona absurdly halted in her step after she realized that they had been into the woods for days and she probably just had her birth once. 

She smelt her clothes and she could perceive some weird smell. "I don't think now is the right time to tour me around your pack!" She said and that had left...