By the time lunch was wrapped up and harvesting was finished, it was 3 p.m., and the fox lord was still asleep upstairs, tails wrapped around Sienna like a fortress of fluff. His breathing was steady, his aura calm. Unfortunately, it was not all calm downstairs.
Timothy, and some elders of the fox clan had been waiting to meet Elias since noon. The guards had brought them to the front courtyard and asked them to wait. It had been two hours, and there was no sign of the fox lord.
Luckily for them, Sienna managed to wake up and carefully extract herself from the furry fortress. She made it out of the house, yawning and stretching, thinking about lunch.
Instead of food, she got an anxious rabbit whose right foot was tapping the ground faster than bullets being fired from a gun. "Lady Sienna," Timothy blocked her off. "Err....where is Lord Elias?"
