The bakery itself had a healthy mix of normals and Shifters. Everyone seemed to be buying boxes of their favorite pastries and desserts, chatting and smiling as they did. Though she did have to admit every table was taken by men and women eating late breakfasts and early lunches. Savory meat pies and healthy salads, crispy paninis, and mouthwatering heroes sat on every plate.
The place smelled better than any food establishment she could ever recall being in. There was none of that leftover cleaning product odor that sometimes hung around cafes and diners.
No, the Bear Claw Bakery smelled like fresh yeast rolls, flaky, buttery dough, almond filling, chocolate peppermint brownies, and their special holiday sugar plum Danish. Beneath that, her Fox discovered the subtle spicy scent of savo
