Rinsing their mugs and leaving them in the sink, they headed out. There was a chill in the air, making Erin pull her cardigan tightly around her. Cahira didn’t seem to notice the temperature at all. She glanced at Erin and frowned.
“Oh dear, are you cold? I’m sorry, I didn’t think to ask.”
Erin shook her head, trying to put her at ease. She hadn’t thought about requesting warmer clothes.
“Sweetie, please tell me anytime you need something,” Cahira gently admonished. “All right?”
Erin nodded.
“We’re almost to the packhouse, let’s hurry.”
They picked up their pace as they reached the paved walkway that brought them into the small village of shops and homes clustered around the packhouse for the convenience of the guests the pack hosted as well as its members. The storefronts intrigued
