Thalina rolled up her sleeves, staring at the chaos before her. A mound of mashed fruit, pre-cut meat, and a kitchen full of mischievous cubs—the perfect recipe for disaster.
Tharion had actually been the one to help her pick these fruits, braving the sharp, needle-like thorns that surrounded them. The least she could do was make something delicious for him tonight. He deserved it.
And tomorrow?
She was setting out to hunt down some real food—rice, corn, yam, and if she was lucky, wheat. Days of eating nothing but meat would soon be over. Unless she wanted to drop dead from malnutrition.
But first, the jam and meat.
The cubs were tearing through the royal kitchen, their paws clattering against the stone floor as they played. Every few minutes, one of them would dash too close to the cooking area, earning a sharp scream from Thalina.
"Hey! Out!" she yelled, waving a wooden spoon.
