After that, the night had gone surprisingly well. They'd returned to the cave, lit a fire, warmed up, and above all, finally got to enjoy the long-awaited meal.
The pair of hares had been shared fairly — well, almost. Maggie had devoured one all to herself, while the second was split between Dylan and Élisa.
It had been quite a sight to see her tear into the creature with a hunger they never expected from her. She had never eaten with such... passion.
Even Élisa, usually unimpressed by anything, had stopped chewing for a second to watch her, eyebrows raised. Dylan didn't even dare comment. He'd just looked away, a bit uncomfortable — as if staring at Maggie too long might awaken some predator instinct in her.
"She looks like she just came back from a three-day forced fast," Élisa had muttered, not really expecting an answer.
