In the morning, I tried to get up only to pause as my back began to throb.
"That wolf!" I groaned and flopped back in the sheets. But he was wonderful, I smirked, remembering last night. I was a little disappointed that he wasn't still in bed with me, but I knew he had to go to the hunt this morning for the village.
Did they even understand the concept of a day off here?
I heard a knock on my door and Ocello pushed it open. In his hands, he had a tray of food for breakfast including a wedge of the bread we made yesterday. As he came in, his nostrils flared and I realized that he must be able to smell Uchel and my scents from last night.
I flushed and pushed myself up. Ocello could see me hiss through my teeth and rushed over to help.
"That wolf was too rough," he snarled.
"I'm alright," I told him grabbing the mug of tea on from the tray. I drew my knees up and crossed my legs. Sipping on the warm liquid, I yawned.
