With Ty's advice in the back of her mind, Amy went to feed the animals at "her side" of the reserve. She had been told not to talk to them, as Bob didn't want them to become accustomed to the sound of people talking (especially to them), and Ty had told her not to make any eye contact with them either, as the animals could easily feel themselves threatened or challenged. Basically, what Amy was planning to do was be quickly in and out of their pens.

Amy found it a little funny that she was somewhat nervous to do this. It wasn't as if every horse she ever came in contact with was "harmless" either, yet with them, she didn't worry as much—maybe because she knew how to read them better and she knew how to give them the clues they needed to know what she wanted from them. But wild animals were a new thing to her, and while she could pick up a lot from their body language just using her head, it was still all uncharted territory for her.

Going in, Amy kept her glance directed downward while still being aware where the animals were when she went into the pens, as it was important to know which path to use so the animals wouldn't feel intimidated and she would be able to get out quickly if the situation demanded it.

Thankfully, everything went well, and Bob had left very clear instructions about what to give and how much to each animal, since Amy herself wouldn't have probably been able to guess how much every animal needed. She was more used to feeding horses, and they ate like—well—horses.

When she closed the door of the last pen, which belonged to a recovering caribou, Amy noticed something hiding behind its shelter outside the pen.

She could feel her heart racing faster and cold shivers running through her spine as her mind started to go through all the possible options. The caribou Bob had in one of his pens had seemed a little jumpy when she'd fed her, but Amy had figured that it was because the animal hadn't known her, but maybe it had actually been because there was a predator nearby and the caribou was trusting her gut—which was telling her to run.

Amy took careful steps so she could get a better look, just to know if she, Ty, and the animals were in danger, while still staying alert and ready to run for cover. The more steps she took, the clearer it became to her that the animal wasn't dangerous.

As she saw the whole body of the animal, Amy noticed it was another caribou, a smaller one, that had seemed to find its way to the reserve, maybe hoping to find some company or food.

When the situation eased a little bit, Amy realized there was probably another reason why the outsider had come to seek shelter; as Amy's eyes went through the thick coat of the animal, she realized it was feeling weak and badly hurt and could use someone's help.

Taking her walkie-talkie from her waist, Amy pressed the button on the side and started talking into it. "Ty, you need to come to the back pen with a tranquilizer. There's a hurt caribou here," Amy instructed him. There was no way they would be able to capture the animal in order to help it without calming it down first, which was why a little chemical help was needed. If they just let nature do its part, the animal would most likely die, and Amy couldn't bear the thought—especially on her watch and on Christmas.

Meanwhile at Heartland, Georgie walked inside the house with Wyatt tagging along after they'd completed the chores—for now. They still had work to do later today, but it was time to take a little break, get something to eat, and just sit for a while. Not to mention, it was nice to be able to feel their toes every once in a while.

"My legs are killing me." Wyatt sat on the bench, took off his shoes, and gently rubbed his feet to make the blood rush a little faster.

"You just aren't used to using them as much." Georgie took off her coat and scarf before hanging them to the nooks on the wall. The warmth of the house welcomed them in and made her shiver a little as the temperature changed so drastically, so fast.

"I don't know how you do it," the young man wondered. He hadn't heard Georgie complain about the amount of work they had to do or even about her feet during this time—it actually seemed like it didn't faze her at all.

Georgie hummed, removing her boots. "Working in a diner, riding, and doing chores every day does wonders for your calves. Trust me."

"I'll take your word for it," Wyatt said, smirking, and got to his feet again to take off his coat. "Hey, do you think I could use the bathroom?"

"I don't see why not. You remember where it is, right?" she checked. Wyatt had only been at Heartland a handful of times, but the layout of the house wasn't hard to figure out—at least according to her.

Wyatt nodded. "Yeah, down the hall. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Georgie said, following him to the kitchen, where they parted ways.

"Hey, Wyatt," Peter, who was in the kitchen preparing the dinner, greeted Georgie's boyfriend as he passed by.

Thankfully, Georgie thought, Peter was pretty chill with Wyatt even though he'd been a little suspicious at first. But right now, he was more embarrassing than threatening with his corny dad jokes, which had helped Wyatt to feel a little bit more at ease around him as well.

"Hey, Mr. Morris," Wyatt said. "Just gonna use the bathroom."

"Okay. And you can just call me Peter," the father reminded him for what was probably the third time this year. "Mr. Morris reminds me of work, so I'd rather just be more casual at home." He had also figured out they were past that point right now, as Peter didn't feel like he had to play the big bad dad anymore to make sure Wyatt knew how to treat his daughter.

Wyatt nodded, understanding. "Okay. Peter."

He then went to the bathroom and said his greetings to Jack and Lisa, who were in the living room, surrounded by presents and piles of boxes and paper.

Lisa suddenly got alerted, realizing that if Wyatt was in the house, Georgie was probably, too. She slowly found her way to the kitchen, leaving Jack behind even though he was probably going to do some damage to the gifts, but the fear of Georgie getting spoiled about what was to come was greater than Jack's inability to gift wrap.

"Smells good," Georgie complimented her father. "Looks like you have things under control here—I'm impressed." She knew making a meal for a family this size wasn't a small deal, but she also knew Lou had helped him out with what she'd been able to before she'd had to go to Maggie's to help Jen and Jade out, so Peter wasn't too close to having a nervous breakdown because of all the things he had to do.

"Thanks, I think I'm getting the hang of this," Peter said, pleased with himself as well. "Takes me a while to remember where everything is, but it's all slowly coming back to me."

He rarely spent a long time in this house, let alone prepare meals for everyone, so he wasn't as familiar with the ranch's kitchen as he once had been. Not to mention, ever since Lisa had moved into the house, almost everything had switched places to what she'd seen were more reasonable for them.

"Would you like something to eat?" Lisa asked, walking closer but peering over her shoulder, making sure Georgie couldn't see anything from here.

"Yeah, maybe. But I can do that myself," Georgie said, gesturing to Lisa's cast. "I mean, your arm . . . "

"I still have another perfectly good arm that's working, you know," Lisa reminded her. She wasn't a very patient patient, as she was so used to doing so much all the time, but because she now had physical limitations, it seemed like everyone was quick to remind her about her state all the time, and she couldn't argue back.

"I know, and I appreciate the offer, but I can do a few sandwiches myself as well," Georgie replied, walking toward the fridge. She started taking out things she would need for making a few sandwiches for her and Wyatt as well, if he wanted. "Dad, what do you know about hockey?" she asked, lowering her voice.

"Hockey? What do you mean?" Peter was caught off guard by the question. He glanced toward his daughter, wondering where this was coming from. "And why are we almost whispering?"

"It's Wyatt," Georgie explained, eyeing over her shoulder, somewhat paranoid. "He used to have this thing with his dad every Christmas; they played hockey together. I was thinking maybe I could do something like that with him, but I don't know anything about hockey."

Peter smiled warmly, proud of his daughter, who had such a good heart.

"The first thing you have to know about ice hockey is that the best team is Oilers," Jack's stern voice arrived first to the kitchen and he soon followed it himself. He'd been somewhat eavesdropping on the conversation ever since he'd heard the mention of hockey, making Georgie realize that nothing in this house went unheard. She was worried Wyatt would hear this and maybe get upset again.

"Lisa, can you do me a favor and stall Wyatt when he comes back from the bathroom?" Georgie asked. "I'd like this to be kind of a surprise for him."

"Oh, of course, but just . . . stay in here so he won't hear," Lisa pressed, realizing this thing would kill two birds with one stone. She would have been happy to help her great-granddaughter anyway, but it also helped her if Georgie stayed in the kitchen and wouldn't risk seeing what she'd bought her and everyone else for Christmas.

Georgie nodded, smiling a little, not having a clue that Lisa had her own reasons to help her as well. "Thanks, Lisa."

"Oh, no problem!" Lisa said when she headed to the living room and positioned herself in a way that she could casually block Wyatt from entering the kitchen before the coast was clear, so to speak.

"Okay, with all due respect, Jack, what are you talking about?" Peter said, gearing this comment to Jack, seeming somewhat bothered, but not as much as his facial expression could have made someone think. "Everyone knows that Canucks are the best team out there."

Georgie looked at the two men, arguing about their favorite teams. They were getting side-tracked, and she didn't have a lot of time. She was supposed to do the planning in secret, but Wyatt was going to be basically glued to her throughout the day.

This was her only chance.

"Okay, this was not what I meant. I kind of wanted to know what we would need so we can play ice hockey, and what the rules are." Georgie tried her best to bring their focus back to the things that really mattered right now.

"Well, it's not too difficult," Peter replied while taking a taste test from the gravy he was making. "Okay, that's good," he commented, then getting back to what he had wanted to say. "All you really need are skates, a puck, and a stick to slam it with. The rest is just extra."

"Doesn't sound too complicated," Georgie figured.

Jack was curious. "Where would you do the skating?"

"Uh, I don't know, I haven't really gotten that far," Georgie admitted. "But maybe you could help me out. You know a place?"

"Oh, do I!" Jack chuckled. "There's a perfectly good pond within these acres you could use." He was getting somewhat involved with the planning even if Georgie hadn't specifically asked him first, but Jack could sense that she could use all the help she could get to make this happen in time for Christmas.

"That could work!" Georgie agreed, grinning a little as the planning was coming along.