Lucien
I had forgotten how much I had enjoyed Varunian breakfasts. They had eggs in all their wonderful forms, scrambled, fried, omelettes, boiled.
The heat of Zamee meant it wasn’t always easy to eat so heavily at breakfast, but here in Varun, they fuelled themselves against the cold.
“Pig,” Sakina muttered, as I wolfed down as much as I could.
I shrugged at Orsa, who seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was.
“Will you need your horses?” Armand asked me.
“No, thank you. We’ll shift and head into the mountains. Are the townsfolk aware…”
“Yes, yes, they’re becoming used to seeing Arum and Asha bounding around the village,” Elena said, chuckling lightly.
We finished quickly before rushing outside. I shifted quickly, enjoying the warmth of my fur against the bitter wind. A
