Ritual Pasta Novels & Stories

She giggles at me and pushes a plate of spirals down my way. "Pasta, sweetheart. Try some of this. You might prefer it to the salad." I sniff the air and study it. It smells of cheeses, something we rarely seen in our pack. We made our own, but the higher ranks typically took the better quality foods unless it was produce or game we'd hunt on our own away from the others. I dish a conservative amount onto my plate and sample. Now this, this is the stuff! I try to pace myself, and I kick my spoon clean after I inhale all of the pasta and it's goodness. I timidly nibble a few rolls as I await the dinner to end. The humans gets up and take the plates away, and Moira points to me to remain seate