Drinking Wolf (Part 1)

"Do you mind taking care of Filia and Frey? Zin and I are going shopping." The two youths and the colossal wolf-fox hybrid they rode made a retching sound of disapproval while grabbing with their hands an invisible noose constricting their necks.

"Filia! Frey! How many times did I tell you that's not how a noble behaves himself?" Zinya scolded them.

"This is Lutia, Mom." Filia replied. "Can't we act like when we lived here and forget about etiquette and always using the proper fork for one day? Please?"

"You are right, sorry." Zinya tried to shrug off the stress of the recent days. "I'll follow your advice and loosen up a bit. Be good, kids, do as your uncle says, and don't wander off, okay?"

"Mom, we're not kids anymore!" Frey said in embarrassment. "Filia is over twelve years old now."

"You're right, she's ancient." Zinya chuckled. "Bye, kids!"