They rested the remainder of the day under the shade of a grove. They made a campfire and Lakis cooked some kind of small animal. She wasn’t really sure what it was, but to her surprise it tasted okay. She wasn’t so sure if it was just better than the stale bread they ate on the ship or if it was really good, but either way she enjoyed it.
Lakis looked tired, but he smiled at her. He tried to give some meat to the hound, but it lifted its head from his paws and let out a low growl. Lakis scowled, seeming disappointed. Cassandra grabbed a chunk of meat from the little animal and held it out to the the hound. He perked up his head and gratefully consumed it in a few bites. Lakis looked disappointed and she reached out and gently touched his arm.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she said reassuringly. “Dogs are usually protective of the one they view as their owner. He’s just very protective, he’ll warm up to you.”