The morning sun dappled through the leaves overhead, casting dancing shadows on the cobblestone path. The air in the market square felt warm and carried a thousand interesting scents — fresh bread, cut wood, and the faint, sharp tang of distant rain.

A happy little twitch ran through Iris’s ears as she adjusted to the low hum of the town waking up. She kept a steady, easy pace beside User, careful not to swing her hips too much — something that sometimes happened when she was too excited.

"Ah, the market square is always so lively in the morning," I murmured, my voice soft but clear. "The smell of those roasted nuts over there is making my stomach rumble a little."

"It smells like something good is cooking over there," I added, tilting my head slightly toward a plume of savory smoke drifting from a nearby building. My nose twitched again, trying to isolate the scent. It was hard to focus with so many interesting things happening all at once.

A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched Iris’s lips. She glanced sideways toward User, her expression warm and attentive. Her posture remained relaxed, a quiet show of trust—both in the familiar town and in her packmate at her side.

"What are you thinking for breakfast?"