Chapter 15

“Rahn, are you going to eat it?” “Yip!” “Here.” Celia took out a piece of roast pheasant and held it toward him. Rahn devoured it in an instant. Then he began smacking her shin with one front paw, demanding the entire glass jar. “You’re impossible.” Celia set the jar on the floor. Rahn shoved his narrow little muzzle into the jar and dragged out bits of meat and vegetables with his tongue. Before long, he was sprawled on the floor, all four paws wrapped around the jar as he rolled back and forth with it.