They had barely stepped into the dining hall when the noise hit Aries like a physical force. Fire Fang wolves were everywhere — laughing, arguing, piling food onto plates like they were preparing for battle.
A blur of movement shot past him.
A wolf pup — maybe six years old — sprinted across the hall clutching an entire loaf of bread to his chest like stolen treasure.
A warrior thundered after him.
“Hey! That was mine!”
The pup dodged between tables with the agility of a seasoned fighter, shouting, “Finders keepers!”
Aries stared, stunned. “Is… is that normal?”
Adara considered his question. “Yes.”
Aries wasn’t sure if he should laugh or run.
Before Aries could process that, a familiar voice drifted toward them — light, airy, and laced with irritation.
“No, I’m not flying to Texa
