Autumn stared at the feast laid out before her.
Thick cuts of meat still dripping reddish juices, roasted roots blackened at the edges, and a suspiciously gelatinous stew that bubbled in its stone bowl.
The charred leg from earlier sat prominently in the center, now picked clean to the bone.
She poked at a slab of greasy meat with her fingernail. It jiggled.
"Nope!!"
Thorgar had left her alone only minutes ago
He had patted her head with a hand the size of her face, told her to rest up, eat well, and..."We will talk soon, my sweet bear. So much to catch up on. We have got time to make up for, after all. Heaps of it."
Autumn still had zero idea what that meant.
Make up for what time?
