The forest was the obvious answer for animals. It was where the wolf had come from, where the boar-like creatures had wandered into his camp in sequence throughout the night and where whatever else lived in the surrounding territory made its home.
Going in that afternoon and hunting for animals to raise was a reasonable plan on its face.
But the forest was unpredictable. You went in looking for something specific and found whatever the forest decided to show you, which wasn't always the same thing.
He had slots for nine more animals and no guarantee the forest would produce nine things worth raising in a single afternoon, and even if it did, hunting and killing nine animals took time he would rather spend preparing.
He was thinking about this when something clicked.
The graveyard.
Not for corpses, he had that handled, thirty slots full, the graveyard's knight population well-represented in his inventory. Instead something else.
