Ouroboros Spine xlviv. that one will die

Her ears would be left to fall shyly and she speaks on of her gratefulness towards him. As she was always surprised of Moonglow's acceptance of her, the Greek would always find an equal surprise and wonder in the women which had come into his life and their application and respect of him. A man who was born a basterd, with no father and no family name. Who was taken as a prize and into slavery among the sirens. He was nothing more then a man and yet being just who he was here in these Wilds meant much to the females here.

Sounds difficult... And looked it, by the way she mimicked how she would hold the rock in her jaws and move her head about to crush the herbs up properly. Different from the often and common 'chewing it up and spitting it out' routine. Duel purposes then. He chuckles as she finishes her explanation of how she went about it. It seemed painful to him, the whole rock part and in the mist of a hungry pack maybe not an every day events. It was a delicacy worth savoring. When you dry the meat like this, does it make it stay good longer? Might be something for us to think about with the coming winter, to boistering stocking up for it.