Driving down a small dirt road, the party arrived at a well built log cabin. Gwen got out of the car, looking at the door she hoped, and then a little puppy emerged from the door. It bounded down the stairs into Gwens arms, and turned into a little boy. Then after a brief hug, the boy ran around the car tackling Galtor. ”Guy let go.” Galtor commanded with a laugh in his vioce.
The brown eyed boy looked at Trugart and then Verbeitno. “You brought guests, I have to go tell mom.” The boy ran back touching his left arm turning back into the puppy.
Trugart mumbled, “Your brother?”
Gwen smiled, “No Nephew, this is our sisters home.”
They all walked up the wood steps and onto the porch. The welcome they got was warm but not what they expected.