Out back, August and Greta were enjoying the distraction of helping the pups with their masks.
Lily was finishing her rabbit mask, painting it with all the colors available. Its cute bunny face was brightened with the colors of the rainbow, and August smiled watching the girl bite her lip in concentration, covering every bare spot that still lacked color so that it would be perfectly filled.
Lily had come a long way. She was still quiet and shy, but the withdrawn pup who had avoided art classes all together was nowhere in sight. There was something about being here and creating things with her hands that seemed to heal a part of her.
