'He had no idea how these two-legged beasts were built. After removing the two thighs, there was barely any meat left.'
Staring at the two-legged beast—not even enough for a mouthful—the Black Wolf Witch was about to politely refuse. But to his surprise, the Black Wolf Tribe Leader beside him quickly reached out and accepted it, having already finished offering his thanks.
The Black Wolf Witch glared menacingly at the beastman beside him, who was drooling uncontrollably. He was dying to plant a kick right on the other's wolf face.
Just as he was about to make a comment, an enticing aroma drew near. By the time he registered what was happening, he had already swallowed the tender two-legged beast meat.
Only the lingering tenderness and fragrance in his mouth proved it had ever been there.
Black Wolf Witch: "..."
Meanwhile, the Black Wolf Tribe Leader beside him was clutching the skeleton of the two-legged beast, gnawing away as if he had forgotten what day it was.
