After getting their feelings out of the way, the white-furred apes immediately started inhaling the meat. In just a few bites, each of them finished their portion.
Ethan had only roasted a single wolf, and eight white-furred apes had split it—of course it wasn't anywhere near enough.
They licked their fingers clean, practically to the point of biting them off, then stared at Ethan with wide, pleading eyes.
"Roar…"
(So good. Want more.)
Ethan smiled. He'd deliberately roasted only one at first. This was exactly the reaction he wanted.
"I can keep roasting," Ethan said with a grin, starting to guide them toward doing actual work for him. "I'll grill meat for you, and you help me dig out crystal cores."
"???"
The white-furred apes looked at him, puzzled. Clearly, they didn't understand.
So Ethan walked over to a Bloodfang Wolf corpse, smashed its skull open, pulled out the crystal core inside, then pointed at the core and pointed at himself.
