The air was thick with the savory smell of the roasted wild pig, and the crackling flames of the fire illuminated the clearing they had made camp.
"Rose, how did she catch a wild pig, remember how Mom used to mention how crazy wild pigs are," Sarah said, her eyes on the golden-brown meat Johnny was rotating in the fire.
"It's the huntress in her, I'm yet to understand her grace and lethality" I whispered, smiling proudly at the jaguar that lay on my lap, her soft purr urging me to continue scratching her head.
Our eyes fixed on the neat before us, and our nostrils were oriented by the sweet aroma of the meat and the spices blended together. Our mouths watered as we waited eager to eat.
Johnny's culinary skills are unrivalled, moans and groans of appreciation could be heard as we al
