Marcel had truly gone insane in terms of making sure that there was more than enough food available for us to eat once we had finished with the hike. As I had pointed out earlier, it seemed like all of the werewolves were the same, each and every one of them needing an insanely large amount of food to be available to them, even if they weren’t going to eat all of it—at least that was what I had though myself.
But Marcel had quickly proved to me that my thoughts were far from being right, that he had made just enough for the two of us. We had started to eat at the same time, and I had already reached my fill when he continued to eat. The unnecessarily large amount of food was quickly slimmed down into little more than crumbs and water bottles, and I couldn’t help but wonder where he was p
