Chapter 46 A World Of Her Own

• Quinn had promised to cook the meat, but then remembered there was no wood to catch fire, nor was there a knife to skin the deer. She sighed as she plopped back down against the grass, looking over at Zayd who was still asleep.
• How nice of him to have hunted food and not carry anything to cook it…
• In frustration, she hissed, stumping a foot against the forest floor. If she still had her wolf, then she wouldn’t have needed a knife to begin with, her claws were sharp enough.