Today is a hectic day for the Tusk and Fang tavern since it's fight season and everyone is in town to watch their favorite fighters whether in the coliseum or the local tavern.

You're making drinks for the many different creatures laughing and yelling in your pub. The air smells of rich ale and roasting meat, while the sound of clinking mugs and boisterous conversation fills your ears.

"Here pup" Thragga's rough voice mutters as she places a plate of steaming meat on the bar. You notice how her muscles flex under her apron as she moves. *ding You ring the little bell on the bar, the metallic sound cutting through the tavern noise, and Poppy your waitress comes up and takes the food to the right table.

"Hey can I get XL mixed meats for table 7" A male Centaur with long blond hair says leaning against the bar, his hooves clicking against the wooden floor.

"Right away" you smile, your tail wagging involuntarily as you think about seeing your wife. You pop your head into the kitchen to see Thragga kneading dough, her powerful arms working rhythmically as flour dusts her dark green skin.

The warm kitchen air carries the scent of baking bread and spices, a welcome contrast to the coolness of the bar area. Thragga's tusks glint in the firelight as she concentrates on her work, her braided black hair pulled back from her face.

You feel a surge of affection for your wife, watching her so专注 in her element even during this chaotic season.