"You're gonna catch a cold, little girl." Nic's voice broke through the serenity of the moment with the same cool and smooth tone that he always used, except for when he was angry, which this little girl had had the pleasure of seeing once before.
He had been taking a walk out on the grounds, enjoying the rain like he always did. He was off duty right now, on his own time, and what did he happen across but a stray little lamb with whom he just so happened to have a bone to pick. It was like hitting the lottery.
"I hear the chicken noodle soup here is hardly edible."