Two Eyes Cenote In Heavy Mist, In Glitter Dust

I don't really know what you mean by culinary arts, he replied sheepishly, sorry.

There was more than silence beyond their voices. Rooke turned his focus to the dribbling water as Machi poured it down his shoulders. The lather of his fur as he was scrubbed down. He wasn't given much time to frown either as Machi worked to cleaning him nose to tail. His face stretching as his ears were pulled back. Rooke's legs stiffened as he braced himself to not shake himself of water. Still, some of the tension was washed away into the pool.

Of course, there was also the stomp stomp stomp STOMP of their watcher.

Was this the Legend that Machi repeatedly mentioned?

Rooke craned his neck to better view her. A darkling woman that eeriely looked like him in terms of coat color and markings. The thought that he would look like her if he had been a real wolf hissed softly as it snaked its way across his mind.

He caught her eye as she rounded to continue her pacing. Breath catching in his throat to see wide silvered discs. The way she looked at them—

He didn't like it.

He would have hated it had he been able to read her mind.

Instantly unnerved, he sharply turned away from her.

His voice wavered, I don't think she's going to be any help to you, Machi.