[1 month later]
"Killian!" Ranulf shouted his name from above a tree, "See anything useful?"
Killian looked up and shook his head at Ranulf. Surrounded by the tall trees of the lowest hill, Killian and Ranulf looked for game meat. It was their everyday job. Hunt for people, feed people, and, most importantly, protect people.
The village they had refuged in was at the foot of the mountains surrounding Budapest. It was an abandoned village after the Ottomans conquered Budapest. Luckily, the Ottomans let them have their way and even supported them.
Ranulf jumped from the tree, "How much will our storage last?"
"Enough for the children to eat for a week." Killian replied, "We can eat bread and potatoes from Mr. Koch's farm. Do not sweat it. If we cannot find game meat today, we can try again tomorrow."
Ranulf sighed, "I wish." He murmured, "Were we too greedy? What if all the animals already ran away."
