Most of the stand sellers had arrived. There were a few selling vegetables and fruits. It made sense, a healthy werewolf's diet consisted mostly of meat.
Nevertheless, there was still a sizable market for fruits and vegetables, a sweet tooth wolves had inherited from humans.
The gentle breeze tickled her skin; the air was crisp and cool. Darius kept a respectable distance from Serena. He scanned the area for a quieter place that had an apple stand.
His eyes swept the market, searching for a quieter stall, specifically one with apples. He had made a promise, after all. Ryker would need to send crates to the castle, and soon. He glanced at her, but she was more engrossed with the people who passed by her.
