Charlotte sat near the fire pit with a skewered piece of deer meat in hand, devouring it with a level of focus that made it seem as though the meat itself had personally wronged her and she had chosen to punish it by enjoying every bite.
The firelight flickered warmly across the hollow chamber, licking over the rough stone walls and casting steady shadows over the supplies arranged near the colder corner. The deer carcass had already been broken down and portioned more properly than Charlotte had managed on her own, and several strips of meat now rested near the smoke pit, slowly taking in heat and smoke while Liam and Charlotte ate from the first pieces he had finished preparing.
