Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

It was almost time for bed, almost time to curl around Adylaide's body in their den and sleep in her embrace. But not quite yet. Ulrich decided to take one last trot about the Isle, not too far from the den, to take in the fresh air and the cold. His breath bloomed ahead of him as he went along, warming his muzzle with the heat from his mouth, and then chilled his nose as the condensation froze. He was really looking forward to going to bed and burying his cold nose in his wife's fur.

Iseul sat before him in the path up ahead, staring at the stars, her head tilted back. Ulrich hesitated, wondering if she wanted company or not. He shook his head--he was always hesitating--and drew nearer to her. Adylaide was constantly trying to convince him that he had more worth than he knew, that people liked him. He took a breath, and then stepped forward, clearing his throat softly to let her know he was there. Good evening. He kept his voice soft, not wanting to be loud in the quiet darkness.