The little white beast was no longer truly little now. She had lost most of the round baby look that used to make her seem like a fluffy dumpling with claws.
Her limbs were longer, her body more graceful, and her face was beginning to show the outline of the powerful beast she would become later.
Right now, though, she still looked like a mischievous teenager who remembered very well where the food was served.
The moment she saw Isabella eating, Glimora let out a low sound that sounded very much like accusation.
Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" she said, setting down her spoon dramatically. "So now you remember I exist."
Glimora padded in with complete confidence and sat near the table, blue eyes fixed directly on the food.
Zyran snorted and dropped down lazily on the other side. "Of course she remembers you when there is meat. When there is no food, she is busy running after that mountain beast and pretending she has grown up."
