man's best friend Who: Zach and Nicci When: Afternoon Where: Dog park
Minibar was kind of a running joke in the Normandin pack. Those close enough to the family to have the balls to tease Nicci about her usually did. The maltipoo was so tiny, and so... well, not wolf-like at all. Granted, anyone who teased Nicci about her usually got an earful, but sometimes that just egged them on. The fact was, Nicci saw Mini as the closest she was ever going to get to a baby, so damn right Mini was spoiled. She loved that puppy, possibly even more than she loved herself. And that was saying something.
The dog park made Nicci nervous, but Mini loved it. Honestly, seeing her run around with so many other dogs - most of which were large enough to swallow Mini whole if they wanted to - was not Nicci's idea of a good time. It scared the bejesus out of her, and she hovered around the sidelines in much the same way an overbearing mother would at their kid's first soccer game. Nicci had popped some downers to try and chill her out before coming here, but it didn't feel to her like they were doing anything at all. Maybe she'd built up some sort of immunity. Nicci fidgeted and played with her necklace, and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. And that was when she scented an unfamiliar wolf. Great, what was it with all the newbies these days? In an instant Nicci was standing a little straighter, and she scanned seemingly human faces as she tried to pinpoint the owner of the scent.