Blacktail Deer Plateau strawberry afternoons

Sorrel shook her head no in response to the offering. She didn't actually want his meal, she wanted to know its smell. It might have very well just been superstition with no real backing, but Maman had always told her to smell her meal before trying it. That way, she would know if there were any evil spirits in it waiting to poison her. If it smelled fresh, metallic, then Sorrel knew that it was safe. If it smelled rancid or foul, then she knew better than to try her luck. It's okay, she whispered, then continued on with trying to keep down her own measly slice.