Chole brought the milk as usual, carefully placing the cups near the working area. The familiar warm scent spread through the air, but this time, Serena was clearly dissatisfied. Normally, there were four cups—two for Tyler and two for her. Today, however, one cup had already been claimed by the small white spider.
Dia was drinking quietly, holding the cup with her tiny legs.
Serena stared at her, tail flicking in irritation.
"Meeow…" she complained.
Chole smiled gently and said, "Don't worry. Now I can make more milk… I just need a little boost from someone. Moo"
As she spoke, her gaze shifted toward Tyler, who was struggling nearby, hauling thick wooden trunks across the ground. His clothes were soaked with sweat, muscles strained from the constant labor.
She picked up a cup and walked toward him.
"Here," Chole said softly. "Have some. Moo"
