Come nightfall, Serena sat on a log weaving together strips of vines into a carrying container that would allow them to transport whatever leftover meat they couldn’t consume tonight. Dillan knelt by the fire roasting on a spit the biggest piece of meat she had ever seen courtesy of their fallen chicken-eagle. The hunk of leg stretched from her hip to her ankle. The monstrosity would be enough to feed them for the rest of this stage.
It smelled heavenly. Somehow Dillan had managed to scrounge up some edible moss and herbs, which he crushed together and rubbed onto the enormous leg. He had jokingly said that if they had salt they could have made jerky out of the rest of the carcass. Which she replied that they didn’t need that much meat. She suspected that he had spoken the wish allowed i
