Cael and Roan returned that evening with two huge boars slung across their shoulders.
The animals were massive, easily the size of the one Roan had brought days before. Blood dripped from their bodies onto the stone floor of the cave entrance.
The remaining people in the village had already taken their shares of meat since most of them had begun their journey to the outcast territory before the Spring Festival officially started. There were not many people left in the leopard tribe anymore.
Maren and Zoey had roasted the meat after Neve gave them some of the ingredients he had ordered from the market. They were shocked to see the quality and variety.
Fresh garlic. Rosemary. Thyme. Olive oil. Salt. Pepper. Spices that should not exist in this beast world.
"Where did you even get this from?" Maren was surprised, holding the bottle of olive oil up to the firelight.
The oil gleamed golden and perfect, exactly like what he would have found in a kitchen back home.
