Over the fire, an animal roasted slowly, something that looked like a wild boar and, in fact, was a wild boar. Its thick layers of fat melted in the heat, dripping into the flames and releasing a heavy, intoxicating aroma that filled the small hut.
"Sniff…"
The girl sitting nearby couldn't help swallowing her saliva. The scent of roasted fat, the rich sweetness of real meat, was something she hadn't tasted in months.
Usually, Trulgren lacked the strength to hunt anything larger than a snow hare. Even those were rare and costly, each leaving him scratched, bruised, or empty-handed.
But tonight was different.
Ever since Trulgren had received the gift of from Gaia, everything about him had changed. In just one day, he'd brought down prey that once would have hunted him. And he had done it alone.
"Here," Trulgren said with a small smile, tearing off a roasted leg and handing it to his sister. "Eat."
