Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

As Katt entered the kitchen, she would be greeted by the welcoming scent of a freshly brewed pot of coffee. Red was still there. He had assured her he would not enter her room, and sure enough, he had stayed with Stephen in the living room, having cleaned and sutured his wounds, he had also tied his wrists and ankles together just in case, but the draconic werefox had been unconscious the whole night.

"Ah, you are awake. I hope you don't mind, but I haven't slept a wink, so I brewed some mocha." He greeted Katt. "Coffee?" Red offered her a mug.