The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Veyne Mansion's dining hall, casting golden streaks across the polished oak table. The scent of fresh bread, smoked fish, and spiced tea filled the air, mingling with the faint howl of wolves echoing from Wolfswood.
Lady Mirene sat at the head, her silver hair neatly braided, her green gown simple but elegant. Sylvara perched to her right, nibbling on a pastry, her auburn hair loose and her wolf figurine tucked beside her plate.
Torren, the eldest, lounged to Lady Mirene's left, his dark hair swept back, his sword resting against his chair, its hilt gleaming with runestone inlays.
Kael descended the stairs, his new Bloodthread Mantle worn over his shoulders, its dark fabric blending with his tunic.
His silver eyes scanned the room, noting the absence of Sera as she might have been exhausted and needed ample rest. He also caught Torren's casual posture and his mom's sharp glance.
