Rowan was completely unaware that beside him was a large snake coveting his body like the most delicious prey in the world, casually putting the animal skin coat back on, covering the body considered to be the perfect standard of military strength.
"After dinner, go down to the waterfall to wash up and then rest." He had been training for so long that he was also hungry; his stomach began to rumble in protest, demanding to be refueled.
"Alright." Owen's voice was deep and hoarse, sounding like rocks grinding against each other; his throat was inexplicably dry, as if he had just swallowed burning hot coals.
He put down the bone needle and the unfinished animal skin he was sewing, quickly rolling up his sleeves to reveal a firm arm covered in popping blue veins, and began cooking for Omegina. His movements were proficient but somewhat rushed and hasty.
