Chapter 11

But for that, Rahn first had to reach adulthood. Bigger. Stronger. Only then could he… Rahn sat glaring at the chicken when voices drifted in from the living room. His oversized ears, broad as a fennec fox’s, swiveled toward the door. “Oh no. I left the dried herbs at the infirmary.” “Are they important?” “If I don’t grind them tonight, we’ll be short on medicine tomorrow.” “I’ll get them.” “What? I can’t make the Captain run errands for me. Stay seated.”