Sitting by his side has him visibly stiffen as always, I do not understand why he does this as though his senses are constantly aware of my existence. As though my presence tortures him.
I study the copious dishes on the table, it is all shared with an eagerness to provide for every wolf. Yet I find no breakfast meals rather all I can decipher are a variety of meat. Fish, pork, chicken and lamb. Some are cooked, rather burnt I would say and the others are raw. A sudden need to gag is set forth within me, how do they eat this so early in the morning?
An unexpected memory lights up and I smile faintly peering down at my skirt. I remember perching next to Cronus where he would always place fresh bread, pancakes or waffles on my plate knowing how much I adored them. He would always advise me
