Alina's fingers twitched with temptation as she finished fluffing out Luna's fur. The little wolf pup was now dry, clean, and adorably puffy like a living, breathing gray cotton cloud.
Luna had returned to her usual grumpy self, but Alina could barely resist the urge to squeeze her and run off with her tucked under her arm. "I'm a teacher, not a thief," she whispered to herself with a tiny sigh.
After ensuring every child was dry, dressed, and comfortable, Alina gently herded them all back to the classroom. Today's lesson plan had been washed away along with the cafeteria flood, so she decided not to hold any more classes. Instead, she let them rest, draw, and chat quietly.
Sable curled up near the window with his notebook. Boo whispered silly theories about the principal to Rocky, who stared with his usual stone-faced seriousness.
Felix was playfully mimicking Alina's voice while sketching her portrait, though he'd given her an extra-long nose for some reason.
