Stormaway wandered off to track down Summer Rain and the food. The area that the sorcerer and the wizard had loosened had now been emptied of dirt and was already half full of parcels of wolf remains. A cooking fire had been lit off to one side.
Summer Rain saw him coming and had a meat roll and a cup of tea ready for him.
“Hmm, wolf sandwich,” he murmured to himself.
Summer Rain’s eyes brows twitched, “What? Don’t you like it?”
Stormaway smiled. “Actually, I enjoy it tremendously. I’m not so sure how keen our young friend is about it, though. It is a bit of an acquired taste, don’t you think?”
The woodwoman shrugged, “Maybe. I’ve eaten it all my life from time to time. So it’s hard to say.” She nodded at the hole. “The last loads are coming in now. Then we’ll all have lunch before we
