~Third Person POV~
Stomping her feet on the doormat in front of the vintage log cabin, a small sigh is heard through the cruelty of the north wind. The smells of food coming from inside the dwelling makes her insides grow warm at the thought of a hot meal.
Wondering who was home and what they were doing, another sigh escaped her. Was she going to be greeted in a welcoming manner or will she need to guard herself at first entrance. The thoughts ran through her as she shook the precipitation off her coat.
Pushing the door open the tangy aroma of stew and apple cinnamon infiltrated her nostrils causing an involuntary moan to escape as her mouth watered. Pulling down the hood, her red hair flared, excepting the grand release from its warm prison.
“That smells good. Do you have enough for
