Isabella stomped into her hut, her lips pressed so tight together it looked like even her teeth were angry. The rough hide-curtain flapped shut behind her with a flump, and she barely spared it a glance as she stormed inside.
Still cradled in her arms, Glimora gave a soft snore, completely undisturbed by the fiery emotions radiating off her mistress. Isabella gently lowered the small beast onto the thick moss pile she had painstakingly arranged in the coziest corner of the hut. She even took a moment to adjust Glimora's little leaf-blanket, tucking it under one of her limbs.
"There," Isabella muttered, brushing Glimora's forehead with the back of her knuckle. "Sleep while I go destroy my back for the sake of soap."
With a deep, overly dramatic sigh, she stood up and took one long look around her hut.
