As the sun began setting, Raven and Choux returned with a mountain of beast carcasses. Some had giant holes through their flesh, while the others had died of more subtle injuries, like an arrow to the heart or the neck. And even though all beasts killed by Choux's rifle were cauterised thanks to the heat of its projectile, the blood-soaked meat was still better for the soldiers than anything from their rations or the water that they'd been provided.
Skinned, butchered, then sprinkled with salt and some medicine, the flesh was placed in a giant pot that only Arche could move and nobody else. Placing it on fire, the meat was boiled in its own blood as well as the juices of fruits to make the bloody taste more tolerable. The scent alone reminded the main party of their monster flesh-eating days–the thought of which brought a faint smile to Raven's lips.
