Rowan walked backward into the cave; the roaring sound of the waterfall's flowing water in his ears had quieted down significantly, replaced by the cool dampness characteristic of a stone cave, like stepping into another world.
"Let's make smoked meat, see what else we are missing?" Right now, staying in the cave also meant no idle time; hoarding food was a major matter related to survival in the upcoming winter season, they could not be negligent.
Owen rummaged through the animal skin bag; previously, for the convenience of traveling, they hadn't brought many cumbersome items. The two thick animal skin blankets and animal skin clothes took up most of the space, and the amount of spices pulled out was barely anything left. The peppercorns and grass salt had mostly been used up to make the previous batch of smoked meat back at the old stone cave, leaving only a little bit at the bottom of the bag.
