We all headed over to the food line, Rian walking between Tristan and I. Several pack members cast curious glances our way at the sight of Rian with us. Miss Maggie was working the buffet this evening and Rian waved to her, and she waved back.
Miss Maggie was an older lady, looking to be in her mid fifties by Human standards, so perhaps in her late 100s for a werewolf. Her long brown hair had wisps of gray throughout it and was pinned back in a bun while she worked. She was taller, perhaps 5'9" or so, with a slightly curvy frame and well worn wrinkles on her hands, and laugh lines on her face.
We made our way through the line, Rian telling us what he wanted on his plate, as he was still a bit short to reach the buffet counters. When everyone had their food we headed to a table. Rian's eyes were constantly darting around, taking in his surroundings as he kept close to me.
Cedric leaned over to Mat as we sat down, motioning towards Rian. "Remind you of anyone?"
