The trip to the Silver Fang Pack was a long one, so Cassandra and Poppy decided to stop at a restaurant to grab a bite.
The restaurant was situated in one of the border areas, a place where normal werewolves hesitated to tread due to the presence of rogues and the shadow of illicit dealings. Cassandra and Poppy, however, were not easily intimidated. Their strength in combat gave them a sense of confidence as they navigated through the precarious regions, seeing it as an opportunity to gather intel on the local situation.
Choosing a soft seat by the window, Cassandra and Poppy sat down. The air inside was thick with the smell of grease and smoke. The clerk, a gruff-looking individual with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, sauntered over and cast a disdainful snort upon seeing the two f
