Nina kept her eyes on her plate, occasionally feeding scraps to Fenrir who sat obediently by her feet, now clean and fluffy after his bath.
She barely touched her own food, her mind preoccupied with the shift in atmosphere at the table.
Her mother's voice had returned to normal after allowing Nina to keep the pup, but there was a heaviness that lingered — not in her words, but in the silence that came from Leo and Luna.
Leo hadn't said a single word since his yelp of pain. He didn't look up once, his fork clinking against the plate rhythmically, a sign of his brewing thoughts.
Luna looked relaxed on the surface, but she was too still, too deliberate. She ate in neat, mechanical motions and didn't speak unless directly spoken to.
Nina glanced at both of them again, then at her mother, who was casually sipping tea as if she hadn't noticed anything.
But Nina knew better.
Her mother noticed everything…usually…most of the time…
