“Terra,” Isengrim said.
Terra realised she must have dozed off shortly after Pharazon left with Skoll. When she opened her eyes, instead of the mound of papers and scrolls from before, she saw tidy piles and stacks. She must have really needed more sleep, she thought.
“Wake up,” Isengrim said, gently shaking her shoulder. “It is time for the feast in your honour.”
Terra rubbed her eyes and put on her glasses, lifting herself into a sitting position. “Oh, I’d forgotten about that,” she said. Food did sound good by now.
Suhel stood nearby, her tail wagging. “Mm, I can smell it already!” she said as her tongue lolled out over her teeth. “Shall we go, milord?”
“What about Pharazon?” Terra asked, pulling herself to her feet.
“He will be there, with Skoll,” Isengrim said as he led them into the tunnel. “For a ceremonial feast such as this, every member of the pack is required to be present.”
“Meals are the only way you could ever pull that old mystic out of his hole,” Suhel muttered from behind him.