Blackfoot Forest airport bar

Goober took in what his greeter was saying, word by word, sentence by sentence. It took him a moment to catch on, but it appeared as though Rosings had arranged marriages. Within a month, Goober would be paired with somebody, whether she liked it or not. The thought was appealing to him immediately. Not only could he find the protection of a pack that he sought, he would also have a mate by the next turn of the moon. It all sounded glorious.

"Absolutely," Goober replied, an easy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A calm washed over him then, and he felt at ease. This was what everything had been leading to.