The One Who Got Away

After serval hours of rest, Zinnia awoke, dragging herself out of the bedroom. Pete turned, scratching his crusty beard, letting out a reinsuring smile. "You're looking better. I was just making some stew if you were hungry?"

Zinnia walked over, rubbing her eyes, smelling a feast for kings. Starving, she hung over the bowl like a dog waiting for their next meal. "How did you get all this?"

"Oh, this? The town just a few miles west has a market. It's becoming harder and harder to find a good catch out in this condition. I'm not as young as I use to be, so it's usually Henry here doing the heavy lifting." He explained, stirring the broth giving it a small taste before glancing at Henry. "We were actually out hunting when we came across you. Go on eat up; there's plenty for everyone."