“Please, let me know when you make your decision.”

“Don’t be silly, Selia.” Elina stopped the huntress while she dragged her yowling children away from the window. “You’re a friend, and there will always be a hot meal and a place for you in this house.”

“Thanks, Elina, but-” The children’s cheers of joy at the mention of food made Selia wish Mogar would kill her on the spot. “I accept your offer.”

Lilia, Leran, and Fenrir ran inside and grabbed a plate, filling it with the extra servings left in the pot and wolfing them down with the enthusiasm of a pack of starving wolves.

“What are you eating, Auntie Quylla?” Leran asked.

“Mutton.” She replied.

“Chop or fillet?” Lilia tilted her head, confused by the many different cuts of cooked meat piled up on Quylla’s plate.