There was some loot on the battlefield, even though they couldn't use the parts of the slimes in any shape or form, so it took a while for them to gather everything. At that point in time, Jason felt that pretty much all the drops were trash if compared to his weapon, so he didn't show any real interest in them.
Jason waited, every muscle tense, his senses on high alert. He had chosen a high spot carefully, knowing it was the perfect place to see the werewolves to make their move.
He checked the time again. Hours had passed, and still, there was no sign of the werewolves. Normally, they would have been drawn to his presence, their instincts driving them to hunt. But today, there were no distant howls, no snapping of twigs under heavy paws, and no ominous growls echoing through the area.
