CHAPTER FOUR
“It has been ages since I cooked and I’m looking forward to seeing how you all enjoy it,” Corsair’s mother sighed as she sat down, taking a seat beside her husband.
The dining room shared the same space as the living area before the fire. It was all one large hall, stretching from the front door to the back wall. The table was positioned beneath the landing above, a rectangular panel of wood placed on a thick supporting block. Arthur and Ophelia Sedrid sat on one side of the table, holding paws, while Ragnar and Corsair sat on the other.
“We’ve been looking forward to it all day,” Ragnar nodded. “Haven’t we, Corsair?”
“I’m having to stop myself from drooling right now.”
“You drool on this table and I’ll give your food to Ragnar,” his mother said.
The two sons chuckled. C
