Quinn had promised to cook the meat, but then remembered there was no wood to catch fire, nor was there a knife to skin the deer. She sighed as she plopped back down against the grass, looking over at Zayd who was still asleep.

How nice of him to have hunted food and not carry anything to cook it…

In frustration, she hissed, stumping a foot against the forest floor. If she still had her wolf, then she wouldn’t have needed a knife to begin with, her claws were sharp ...