The smell of grilled meat wafted around the area.
Spot kept on salivating as he stared at the aromatic meat that was being grilled in front of the fire.
If not for Lucas' constant reminder that it was not cooked yet, Spot might have already pounced on it and ate it long ago.
Deciding to be patient, though, he could only salivate to the side while the meat was being grilled.
Seeing him being patient, Lucas could not help but produce a grin. "I told you cooked meat is more delicious than when eaten raw."
Receiving no response from the focused Spot, Lucas could only concentrate on cooking the two hind legs of the hare that was now wafting out a pleasing smell.
Beside the searing embers of the deadwood he used as firewood lay a white skull that was now beginning to darken with soot.
