After Euphie had managed to stop crying, it was our turn to eat. Having wolf stew was much better than having just wolf kebabs, especially now that we had some salt to flavor it with. She sniffled from time to time as she ate, still leaking tears as she chewed.
“Let’s talk about where we’re going to go tomorrow,” Elsa suggested. Well, I say suggested, but her tone of voice told me that she would brook no disagreement. It was something familiar to me, since she was my manager after all.
“Did any of you see the mountain when we were out gathering firewood?” Yvonne asked. “It doesn’t look too far away from here. There might be more animals we can hunt and more plants we can forage!”
“No way. Did you forget the source of our meat?” Elsa shot back right away. “We were nearly killed
