CH 121 — A Village Hidden Behind Thorns
Meike catches up with their friends and plan for less taxing quests.
The hunting party returned by the end of the day, worn and shivering. Pickles at least had the decency to shake his fur outside before coming in and settling on his rug. Cass and Teddy hung up their coats by the door to dry, and then the real battle began.
“I give, I give!” Teddy cried when Cass twisted his ear. He sniffed and massaged his ear as Cass triumphantly claimed the bathroom. “It’s not like you can have a proper bath in there, anyway!” He rubbed his cheeks, reddened from the harsh wind and frigid air.
Meike handed him a warm damp rag. “How was it?”
“Awful.” He took the rag and buried his face in it, coming up with freshly scrubbed and flushed cheeks. “We completed the quest, but those trolls are awfully crafty!”
“You’d be too, if you were cornered,” Pickles said. He stretched, toes twitching. “We caught a few napping, but the others were ready to scrap. I’m guessing they sleep in shifts.”
“Just like us!”
