The wolf lay motionless in the grass not showing an inch of movement nor an ounce of life.
Aren stumbled onto a tree. His breath was heavy and his heart was beating so hard that he had to clutch his chest and kneal on one knee.
His hands were still shaking from the fight. And he could feel the adrenaline rush leaving him.
"Why did I never consider how dangerous this wilderness is?" he thought to himself. "At this point I'll die before I reach the first town" he continued.
He then approached the wolf's body and took out a small knife and began slicing the skin apart. "Let's see what I can get here" he said.
He started carefully cutting out its muscles with great precision then placed them on a nearby rock. He then proceeded to the creatures back. He pushed the heaps of ice away cut them off , which revealed a symbol of a hand with an eye in the middle of it.
He questioned why a normal wolf would have such an emblem on it. "Well speculation comes after hunger" he said.
So he started by preparing fire then he balanced the meat by putting two large sticks in between two rocks on both his left and his right.