The fire crackled with a newfound vigor as Damar and Fenric stacked the extra wood. Under my direction, they had constructed two sturdy Y-shaped branches—the butt of the Y buried deep into the earth—on either side of a bed of glowing, white-hot coals.
I watched with a growing, primal hunger as Fenric used his knife to expertly skin and clean the larger boar. Once the meat was prepped, he slid the long, sharpened spit I'd selected right through the center.
When it was time to lift the boar, they both began to argue.
"I can do it better cause I have more strength," Fenric growled.
"No, I'll do it."
"With those lean muscles on your arms?" Fenric scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."
"My tail has more muscles than your body ever could," Damar calmly retorted.
They both engaged in a glaring contest, and I planned my face, sighing.
"Both of you, just do it together," I said and they turned away from each other, turning their backs.
Were they really going to keep arguing?
