The sky was getting darker, and at the entrance of Luna's cave, a stone pot on the stove was simmering venison, burbling hot steam and filling the air with a heavenly aroma.
She sat in front of the stove, a wooden stick in her hand, occasionally poking at the firewood beneath the stove.
Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus had long finished off all the bone and mushroom soup, licking the bowls clean till not a speck was left.
Now, the three of them stood nearby, all staring in unison—more precisely, staring at the venison in the stone pot.
Their eyes were practically burning holes, Adam's apples bobbing; and yet, despite just having had a huge pot of soup, they looked for all the world like three wolves starved for days.
Still, the venison had only just been put on to stew—it would take a while to cook through.
Luna's mouth twitched. Pretending not to notice, she lowered her gaze to the flames, huffing mentally.
