Sometimes it's the little things

Finding their way back to normal was not an easy road, but she knew that at some point they would have to keep moving forward. She just hoped that slowly as they got back to their usual daily routines that things would start to go back to the comfortable normality she was used to. One of those routine things was being home for dinner. Even though she still spent most of her day out among the pack or doing patrols, she always tried to be home in time to make a nice meal for her and Saracyn to end their day on. It was something she had picked up from her mother and it was at least one consistent part of her day that she always looked forward to when it could just be the two of them. Of course there were always exceptions when it was her turn for a late night patrol or when she needed to make a trip to visit another pack, but more often than not she was here to see him in the evenings.

Today she had come home a little early while Saracyn was still out doing a patrol around the mainland borders and she took that time to prepare something a little nicer for their meal than usual. She was a little particular when it came to her meals so she always at least roasted their meat by the campfire, but today she spent some extra time carefully trimming out a couple tender cuts of venison and a whole leg of mutton, seasoning up the meat with herbs and letting it slowly roast and sear on hot metal grates that she had slightly elevated over a low fire with hot coals, letting the meat get some of that smoky flavor to it. By the time the sun had set and Saracyn was due back at any minute she had both cuts of meat nearly ready along with some roasted vegetables and berries in bowls near the furs and cushions where they usually ate and relaxed.

"Avacyn & Saracyn"