After almost thirty minutes of fighting, I finally finished dealing with the demonic beasts.
Honestly, the battle hadn't been particularly difficult.
There had been quite a few of them, sure, but none of them were strong enough to push me into a corner. Most of the fight had felt more like cleanup work than an actual struggle. By the time the last beast fell, I wasn't even breathing hard.
It was almost disappointing.
Almost.
After making sure the area was safe, I walked over to one of the corpses and grabbed it by the leg. It was a demonic wolf, one of the larger ones from the pack.
Food was food.
As long as it was edible, there was no reason to waste it.
I dragged the wolf over to our supplies and immediately got to work processing it. Before storing the meat, I had to skin it properly. Throwing an entire carcass into storage would just create unnecessary problems later, and I preferred getting the annoying work done immediately instead of putting it off.
