Gyrfalcon's Keep the spice of life

Charon did not catch much of the conversation between Ragnar and the agressive black wolf. He just kept eating, yet unaware of what he was eating; until the black wolf took the head, anyway. Charon looked at the dog's head; it reminded him of the monster that had attacked him at Dawnlark Plains, with the shorter, broader muzzle and the funny-looking ears. He hadn't realised that it was something canine that he was eating (though to him, they were more 'monster' than anything else) until he saw the head of the animal being taken by the black wolf.

Ragnar asked him how it tasted — or more specifically, if it was good — but truthfully, anything tasted good about now. He hadn't eaten for longer than he wished to remember; it hadn't been a very good idea to go out on a trip to Duskfire Glacier. If he hadn't found this animal, and if Ragnar hadn't found him, he would've surely been a goner. Charon didn't know how to answer, so he continued to eat for a moment. "I dunno, like food," he mumbled. He couldn't really distinguish all the flavours at the moment. It tasted different from normal food, and was a new flavour, but not gross or weird, or anything.