Sam went to his pack, pulled out his union suit and held it up for Nils’ approval. “Russell made me get this. I haven’t used it yet. But if you think it’ll do?”
“Well, I think it will,” said Nils, giving his approval.
The men changed, exhibiting the same measure of modesty that had been apparent when they had bathed in the stream. They settled down on the mats and lay facing each other, heads propped on hands. Molly waddled into the shelter and looked from Nils to Sam. Finally making up her mind, she walked to the end of Sam’s matt, circled a few times and lay down with a huge sigh.
“Those pups will come soon,” Sam observed.
“Yes,” Nils agreed. “I’m a bit worried about it. Don’t have any idea who the daddy is, but she sure is big.”
Sam nodded.
Nils looked at Sam in the fading light. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he said. “Especially glad it’s you who’s come to help me.”
Sam felt a surge of emotion pass through him. “I am, too, Nils.”