The Recipe

Korona crept quietly into the underbrush, her paws making barely a sound among the grass and twigs. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light of the shadows, and she spotted her brother, Cutlass, his back turned to her. A sly grin spread across Korona’s face as she padded closer, her ears flattening mischievously. “Aye, Las~!” She whispered, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “What’s got ya so quiet, huh?” She flopped down next to him with exaggerated drama, nudging his side with her paw. “C’mon, spill tha beans! Whatcha thinkin’ about? Bet it's something super secret, right?” Korona’s eyes sparkled with teasing curiosity, her grin wide and infectious as she tried to coax him out of his shell. “Tell me something, anything!” Her tone was both challenging and affectionate, determined to draw him into her playful banter.

THE KRAKEN