Osiris took one step toward Glimora as if he still had some foolish idea of taking the meat back.
Glimora immediately stopped chewing.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her tail lifted one tiny bit.
Osiris froze.
This time, he did not even try to pretend he was brave.
He took one large step back.
Zyran bent forward again, nearly choking on his laughter. "He learned. Look at that. Pain truly teaches."
Osiris's face turned red with anger. "I am preserving my clothing."
"You mean the skirt she already marked."
"It is not marked."
A thin line of smoke rose again from the edge of the fur.
Zyran looked down at it.
Then he looked back up.
Osiris slapped at it again with fury. "It is winter. Things smoke."
Isabella wheezed.
Cyrus had to help her sit properly because she was laughing so much that her whole body leaned sideways. He supported her with one arm around her back and the other near her stomach, and when he felt a small movement under his palm, his face immediately softened.
