Stavanger Bay Why is the rum gone?

Engel looked over the object. What ever was it? It didn't smell nice, didn't smell like meat. Yet it looked like...some sort of skin almost? What was this and where did it come from? 

She shook her head. So the silent wolf did not know what it was then? And yet she chewed on it like it was good for her, like she didn't think it harmful or anything. "...All right then..." He glanced away somewhat, though he was still curious to what it was. But while she chewed on it he didn't want to feel like he was intruding, so sat there in silence.