A hot breakfast

It was a chilly, early morning, the sun still only a pale blue light on the edge of the horizon as Corbie stumbled into the barn after an even chillier night on sheep guard duty. It would get even colder through the season, but she wasn't quite acclimated to it yet so it felt like the cold had made its way to her bones. Before she sought her bedfurs, she wanted a bowl of hot tea to warm her, maybe some stew to fill her belly to sleep easier. So she made her way to the warm glow of the low fire, tiredly shoving the kettle over the coals to begin heating as she added more wood and checked the stew kettle kept always hot by the fire since the weather had turned for anyone who needed something more warming to eat than just plain prey. It was as hot as it was supposed to be, so she scooped out a bowl and settled down on one of the pads next to the fire with a groan, blinking into the newly-awakened flames as she waited for the heat to work its way into her, and her stew to cool enough to eat.