Who: Ruby & Dani What: post-wolf run breakfast When: Sunday morning! Where: the Hotcake House Warnings: TBD
Wolf's time always cheered Ruby immensely. It could not have come at a better time, in truth; she'd been feeling homesick and a little bit mopey because of recent events. The wolf was fierce and strong and serene; it just wanted to run. She could get lost in the pull of her muscles, the rush of the wind going by her ears, and the sensory information that overwhelmed her through her nose and ears.
It also left her very tired and hungry the next morning. The first few mornings, she'd given in to the tired and crawled back into bed, but this morning she'd followed her nose to the smell of syrup and bacon. She'd taken her seat and ordered an enormous breakfast, wolfing down the first stack of pancakes and a couple of sausage before slowing to a normal speed. "This," she said emphatically, "Is delicious."
Not quite as good as her Granny's, but that wasn't really about the food or the way it was made-- it was about who was making it. She put that out of her mind. This wasn't the time to be sad.