I dig into what was laid out before us without any preamble. Though the woman across from me spoke some sort of phrase with her hands clapped together.
"...When did you last have a proper meal?"
"Five or six hours ago or so, I think? Raided a street chicken vendor. I haven’t been starving myself if that’s what you’re getting at, just very... high metabolism."
I resumed eating after that short break. Partly to give myself time and partly because the food was excellent. The fish melted on my tongue, rich and clean-tasting... and I found myself reaching for piece after piece just like last time.
> Fish is good. I should stock up on some before the rivers and lakes all freeze. Whatever small envy she was feeling is like a different sort of nourishment for me. Maybe Helene would have gone, if she’d never gotten a wolf. Not all of the wolfless Duskpaw Omegas stay with the pack. Oh, don’t whine like that, it wasn’t your fault that others around her were like they are. Princess doesn’t count! Perhaps it should, it was stressful enough, but if I say it out loud I’ll get looked at funny. Why am I telling her this? No, I am most certainly not trying to get her to convince the Alpha to mark me! Your easy-going Lunar Goddess has a lot of explaining to do if she ever shows her face. <