8
Dusk was well upon the party when they arrived at the schoolhouse. It was a small, white building with a red roof and chimney. Two windows on the sides faced each other, and at the front there was a bell with a chain.
“Feels like suppertime,” said Zeke, rubbing his belly. “And that smells like supper.”
“Hush,” said Thane, though the smell of simmering stew made his mouth water as well.
“Stay here while I look inside.”
The grey wolf slunk up to the window. Folding his ears back as far as they would go, he grabbed the edge of the windowsill and slowly, slowly peered into the schoolroom.