Under normal circumstances, the heavenly scent of the meat they'd brought her, and colorful sight of the fruits they'd picked would've incited her appetite, but in her situation, both the smell and image banded together only to make her stomach heave.
Arabella stared blankly at the steamy piece of meat neatly placed on clean tree bark, right next to the large green leaf hosting the fruits while Cherreka's most recent words blared over and over in the background.
It had something to do with the idea that even attempting to sway Cynric's mind on the matter of keeping her as a mate against her will, would have been an insult to him and the pack as a whole.
Arabella had many more questions for the old lady, but the latter tightened the knot of the leaves serving as bandages around Arabella's leg and stood up, claiming she had somewhere else to be.
The young woman's eyes then flickered onto her swaddled calf, noting how the stinging had ceased altogether.
