He found their confusion genuinely interesting.
Five predators, ready to attack, and a human had just thrown them a large quantity of meat and was standing there watching them process it.
He could see them trying to fit that into a framework that made sense. It didn't fit. Humans didn't do that. Humans ran or fought or died, they didn't stand in the dark and offer food.
They were still looking at him when he felt something.
It was the same sensation he had felt in the forest when the wolf had walked out of the trees and pressed its nose into his palm.
A pull, a connection, the system noting something in the relationship between him and these animals that hadn't been there a moment ago.
His inventory was full.
He remembered that immediately. Ten animal slots, all ten occupied with nine bats, and the undead wolf. No room for five wolves regardless of what he felt through the binding.
Then the notification appeared:
[Animal Undead Inventory Expanded]
