The atmosphere in the camp was lively as everyone gathered around the bear, which they had begun skinning and distributing among the community. Ezra and his pack cut the meat into large portions and handed it out to the members of this peculiar settlement, who received it with a mix of respect and eagerness.
Sitting at the base of the tree where they had chained me the first time, I watched from a distance, trying to ignore the metallic smell of raw meat filling the air. It was impossible not to see how the others took the meat to their mouths without the slightest concern about cooking it. I thought that's how wolves are, trying to rationalize it, though the image was hard for me to digest.
Suddenly, I noticed a figure approaching: Nataly, always smiling and curious. She was carrying a
