“Stew?”
Famke looked up at the proffered bowl. It looked tiny in the hand of the Targ woman holding it. Famke nodded and accepted the wooden bowl.
“Thank you, Torvi,” Famke said. “I do find myself a bit...
Flying just above the ground in the dark of night, Shax crossed back into Daruth on his way to the fort. Not satiated, but glad he had this outlet and that none had seen him.