The sky was slowly turning to a dull amber as Moira and her aunt returned from the market, baskets of fresh vegetables and dried meat in their arms.
Dust clung to the hem of their long skirts, and sweat gleamed along Moira’s brow. Her aunt, Elda, wiped her neck with a cloth as they reached the small, quiet home.
“Go drop those down in the kitchen, Moira,” Rebecca called over her shoulder.
Inside the modest home were Elda’s husband, Bram, and their son, Elias, peeking up from behind a corner where he was playing with a wooden-crafted wolf.
“Finally,” Bram said in relief.
“Welcome back home. I hope today wasn't that stressful at the market.
"It was dear, I'm so tired," Elda replied.
She makes her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
“I still don’t understand how a creature like t
