IT was her fifth day in the manor.
Feeling a lot better compared to the last two days, she wandered in the huge gardens once again.
It was in its full glory though only a few shrubs have flowers since the cold weather is almost here.
She was no longer out of breath. However, Ombra has been more mouthy in her head. Solana has been hearing more scolding from her wolf than her parents.
After more than thirty minutes outdoor, she went back to the manor. Her stomach led her to the kitchen.
When she was sure that no one was around, she opened the fridge and pulled the carton of milk from the very back. She made sure that she got the right pack.
She grabbed a glass and poured half of the content of the carton.
“Cheers.” She muttered to herself before she drunk a whole glass.
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