“Mother, what on earth did you eat this morning that you decided to come to the city out of nowhere?” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before giving her my hand so she could step out of the car.
“Hm, calico pepper frittata and some eggs benedict. Quite scrumptious, but I think Ignazio needs to teach his son to add more pepper if he truly wants him to become the next pack chef.” She replied unfazed, clearly not understanding that my question was rhetoric or she did and just wanted to answer it anyways.
The second she was out of the car, her all white fur coat and dress underneath made her look so obvious from a mile away by how extravagant it was. This was my mother, the Luna. In the woods she was a very simple and casual woman that preferred to bask in the sunset, paint nature, tel
