Knight was out getting firewood, as winter in Oregon wasn't an easy one. It wasn't quite as bad as it got in Oklahoma, but not everyone was used to the cold. Security was always an issue, something that was on the forefront of his mind, but he tried to help out where he could. Buck took a big risk, letting him in and giving him a place to stay. Making sure things ran smoothly and everyone was safe, it was the least he could do.
Once he stacked the firewood nearby and cleaned up in the creek, Knight headed back to the Oma house. He went through the back entrance, as it was closer from where he arrived. He heard the singing first, a pretty little lilt and joy in her tune. It was nice, coming back to a place that was alive with activity, with a sense of home. He wondered who was singing. Honey? JD? Or...
Dove bustled around the kitchen, cooking what he presumed was in preparation for the Christmas Eve dinner. Christmas had never been a big deal when he grew up. It was another day, just one that reminded him he wasn't like most kids. Then he grew up and it became the day he had to do his best to be sure his fellow soldiers weren't too depressed to do their work. Even now, there was an air of mourning with some of the people in Cascade Locks, those who had lost their families or was separated from loved ones. The last couple years had been better, as they all made connections, grew closer.
"Hey," He greeted Dove, smiling a little, his own spirits that much lighter, "I don't know what you're making, but I want two helpings of it. Can I stake my claim yet?"