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082 | ROSEMARY AND CINNAMON

“So,” I asked, around a huge mouthful of bread, “how did you start the fire?”

Nana Baspy grinned, looking up at me as she ladled spoonful after spoonful of extra stew into Ares’s bowl. “Nobody has seen my shifted form in quite some time, little wolf. When I heard the commotion outside, and I realised what was going on, it was easy enough to blend in with the fight – and grab an oil lamp in my mouth, and smash it against the Pack House in the midst of the brawl.” She shrugged like it was nothing, finally putting the ladle down when Ares’s bowl started to overflow. “And then I ran here, following a more direct route than you. I sent your Grandpa Attie over as soon as the fight started, in case I couldn’t make it back in time.” She beamed, proud of herself. “But I did.”

I grinned back at her, swallowing a burning spoonful of stew. “I’m not surprised he’s so tired, then,” I said, looking over at Grandpa Attie and raising my eyebrows.

She shook her head fondly, nudging him beneath the ta
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