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Sofia busied herself in the kitchen of the two-story house, slicing a large slab of meat into chewable chunks before dropping it into a very large pot of stew that was simmering on the stove. Her stomach growled and she frowned at the raw meat before picking up a chunk of it and popping it into her mouth. She still wasn't used to craving raw meats, but her wolf grumbled with satisfaction. Or blood. Sofia swallowed and adjusted the temperature under the pot on the stove, picking up a long-handled wooden spoon and stirring in the rest of the beef.

For the past month or so she'd been here, Sofia had contented herself with playing house for Caius while he was away. The older man had kindly taken her in soon after she'd been Changed, and teaching her about living as a werewolf...when he was home, of course. His work kept him away fairly often. She didn't mind. It gave her time to get used to her new home.

She was washing her hands in the sink when she heard a familiar pair of feet coming up the drive. He was home. She waited for the sound of his bag hitting the chair and shut off the water, drying her hands on a nearby towel. Welcome home, she sent him the thought just as easily as speaking. Dinner will be ready soon. She opened a cabinet and pulled a couple of large bowls from it, then went to the dining room and set them on the table.​

Sofia listened to the sounds of something being set onto a shelf while she put silverware on the dining room table, then returned to the kitchen to take down some glasses from another cabinet. It would be nice to not have to eat alone for once. She looked at the glasses in frustration, they were sitting on a higher shelf. Grunting, she climbed up onto the counter to fetch them, jumping down from her perch with the cups in her hands as Caius entered the kitchen.

"Thanks," she grinned. "I'm trying a new recipe. Should be just a couple more minutes for the meat to cook." She set the glasses on the counter and opened the fridge, pulling out a jug of iced tea and pouring herself some. "Where did you go this time?" She leaned a slender hip on the counter and sipped from her cup.​

"Egypt," Sofia echoed. She'd never been to Egypt. She hadn't been to many places, really. The most exotic place she'd been in were the woods in Canada, right after she'd Changed. She listened to him patiently, offering a soft smile. "I imagine it's hot, that close to the equator," she replied, then set her cup down on the counter and turned back to the stew to give it a stir.

"I wish I could go with you some time," she told him absently, leaning her nose over the pot and inhaling the steam. Hmm. It needed something. Sofia wandered over to the spice cabinet and let her fingers glide over the different bottles. Not salt, not parsley...oregano. That was it. She grabbed the bottle of oregano and returned to the pot, sprinkling some in and giving it another stir. She scented it again. That was better. Having a good nose really helped when it came to cooking.​

"Mm," she agreed as she took a sip of the stew from the spoon. A vacation would be nice. Though she wondered if it would be okay...things would have to be planned carefully around the cycle of the moon in order to prevent bad things from happening. She didn't want to ruin a vacation.

Sofia set the spoon down in the sink and turned the burner off, picking up some potholders to remove the pot from the heat. She gave him a sideways glance, "I should be the one thanking you. You're the one who saved me," she told him, fishing in a nearby drawer for a ladle. She set the ladle into the soup pot before carrying the whole thing with ease over to the dining room table. Sofia served him first before fixing herself a bowl and settling down in her chair. "If you hadn't come along when you did, I probably would have either starved or destroyed that entire town." She lifted her spoon to her lips and blew on it before putting it in her mouth.​

Sofia brought her napkin to her mouth, but it did nothing to hide the light blush that bloomed on her cheeks. She was glad that he'd glanced away so she could compose herself before he saw. Sofia liked Caius. He was a good hunting companion, and a valued mentor. They had only spent a short time together, but she felt close to him, and safer when he was around. His presence...comforted her, in a way.

Clearing her throat, she stirred her soup with her spoon, poking at a piece of beef. "Mhm," she nodded. He was certainly talkative today, considering his usually-silent demeanor. "No incidents to report." She took another couple of bites. "Had a couple of shifts. They're still pretty painful, and I still get those occasional blackouts when the wolf takes over." She still didn't have full control over it, but she was getting there, day by day.​