Look after both of them

The next day, under the tensed breath of the elders, Cyra left the island, and they secretly breathed sighs of relief.

Unaware his wife was returning, Zane sat with a smoky pie before him. He sniffed the air and cut it out in a triangle shape.

He picked up a slice, ignoring the heat, and bit into it. Warm apple sauce dripped down his throat. His eyes squinted in enjoyment, holding his cheeks as he chewed.

Across from him, Viktor wore a similar expression, though less exaggerated. But he felt the crusting pie was top-notch and finished up a whole pie.

Zane ate, and his chewing came to a stop when he felt a weird sensation coming from his left side tooth, but he brushed it off as nothing and continued taking another big bite.

"Whew...." The both of them breathed out in satisfaction, Viktor subconsciously touched his cheeks, and his eyes widened when he felt extra fluffy fat.