It barely opened its mouth intending to bite down on Seventeen.
Seventeen dodged it.
Minutes later, the last wild beast was dealt with.
Along with the other two beasts, they were piled at one side, the air thick with a pungent, cloying stench of blood, enough to make one vomit.
Seventeen, gasping for breath and limping on one leg, made his way to the cave entrance.
He remained silent, quietly found a spot to sit down, and kept watch over Hannah.
Night turned to day, and a light rain at noon washed away the bloodstains on Seventeen's body.
After the rain stopped, he cooked the beasts from the previous night, starting a fire to roast the meat.
The meat chunks pierced by branches were roasted over the fire. He timed their rotation, and the finished meat was slightly charred on the surface, perfectly done—not raw, nor overcooked.
It tasted very good.
Seventeen knew Hannah liked roasted meat, so he had practiced many times in private.
