•Meadowlark Village Inn•
As we stepped into the inn, the warm glow of lanterns and the hum of lively conversation enveloped me. The air was thick with the mouthwatering aroma of food—rich, savory, and comforting. Diners filled the room, their laughter and chatter blending into a symphony of life. I couldn't tell if they were all human or werewolves in human form, but the atmosphere was so inviting that it didn't matter. The delicious scents wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making my stomach growl in anticipation.
"Meadowlark Village is famous for its hotpot, especially the delicacy of bear paw," Ann told me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a secret.
"Bear paw? I didn't know that was edible!" I exclaimed, my voice bubbling with joy and curiosity. The idea was both fascinating and a little shocking, but I was eager to try it.
