Having had her fill of the downstairs, she slipped back past the bar, stealing a few more of those fascinating fermented berries before skittering off once again. Upstairs was her next goal, the attic space promised to be a grand place to explore.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she noticed all the little wolves clustered at the banisters, staring down into the chaos below. Oh goodness. That would end well. With a dismissive shrug, she instead took note of one of the larger wolves sprawled near the stairs, likely corralling the Littles. She seemed oddly out of place.

Slithering up beside her, Naya deposited her pilfered berry stash at the wolf’s side. Stupid wolves, the mink muttered, jerking her head toward the ruckus below.

With a quick shake of her head, she was off again, skittering up the ladder and disappearing into the attic. From there, every nook and cranny was explored, delved into. If there was something to be found, she would find it.