Fifteen minutes later, as Ravelina sipped on a huckleberry lemon tea and Lyria was drinking a stiff black tea with an almost chocolate-y flavor. ‘Tea of Breaking Cloud’ was the mysterious name for her choice. Dreyi, the woman who ran the shop, said it was named such because of the unusual flower petal in the tea, which looked like a cloud and split in half when broken. The flower only grew in large, overflowing clumps in certain parts of the west of the Wolf Kingdom.
She had nearly finished her tea when the bell jingled as the front door opened, and she didn’t even have to turn around. She just knew, perhaps recognizing some long since forgotten scent, perhaps because of her wolf, which rumbled inside her. She knew that it was her grandparents.
She turned. They looked the same as they di
