At the mention of food, Fendros had to admit that he was feeling hungry. After picking a spot to lay down his belongings, he looked in the aforementioned bag of food. Fendros was surprised to find that the different meats had not been separated, hardly sanitary. He was too hungry to immediately care, though. He reached in and pulled out what appeared to be a venison leg with much of the meat already cut off, but still enough for a meal. Over the campfire, there was an unused spit that Fendros decided to use to cook the meat. At least he knew how to do this much. Occasionally cooking fowls over a campfire while hunting earned him at least some experience with spit-roasting.

Not even five minutes into cooking the venison, Lorag approached. "This looks about done!" He said, before grabbing a rag and taking the spit off the frame without Fendros' permission. Fendros stood up, "What do you think you're doing?!" He said, "That meat isn't cooked yet, and I picked it out for my-..." As if Fendros had said nothing, Lorag bit a chunk out of the venison and handed the spit back to him. "You're going to dry out the meat and ruin it if you cook it any longer." Lorag said between chewing, he swallowed and continued, "Sorry, it just smelled too good. Now are you going to eat it, or am I going to have to take this off your hands again before you learn to appreciate the meat we have."

Fendros was furious, "I-... argh! To you expect me to poison myself? The meat in the bag is mixed together. To eat it so raw is to condemn yourself to vomiting and worse! Have you got that through your thick skull?!" Throughout Fendros' rant, Lorag wore a grin that only grew wider over time. A couple of seconds after Fendros' last sentence, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, he then shook his head and spoke, "Heheh, you talk to me of having a thick skull! I'll let you off this time because you're new, and I'll bet you haven't been told yet. We're werewolves, boy; there are no diseases to us." He began to turn around, "Now eat up. I think it's time I had my own lunch."

Lorag pulled out what seemed to be a chunk of liver and an entire boar leg. When Fendros sat down again, he was amazed to see Lorag start to eat the liver raw. [i]Surely not. He must be telling the truth.[/i] Fendros thought. Soon enough, the smell of food attracted Ahnasha, Janius, and even Runt. They all took turns taking out a few pieces of meat, and most of them ate it raw, save for Janius, who was employing the use of the spit that Fendros had just taken his venison off. Fendros was surprised just how communal the meal seemed. All of them had picked out small pieces of flesh or offal, but Lorag and Ahnasha had taken out large legs of meat and were slicing pieces off to hand to everyone. Fendros was offered some of their food, but he stayed chewing on his undercooked venison. It seemed that Lorag did have a good eye, as Fendros' food was probably at the tastiest it ever could have been in terms of cooking. It made him wonder why Lorag didn't cook his meat if he was so good at it.

"Fendros, that was your name, yes?" Janius addressed Fendros, not taking his eyes off his meal "How did you kill that werewolf that attacked you? It must have been quite the fight."

Fendros swallowed his mouthful, he was surprised that any of them would be interested, but then again, these people seemed to value different things to him. "I don't remember much." Fendros said, "It came out of nowhere, knocked me off my horse. I think it was more interested in eating my horse than me. There was no use running, so I shot it in the arm. Probably just annoyed it." Fendros pursed his lips as he felt a tingle down his shoulder again. "I tried to keep a tree between myself and it, it was relentless. I went for its neck while it lunged at me and it didn't make an effort to defend itself. My sword went right through its neck but its claw found me as well. I'm lucky to be alive."

"Hah, if you hadn't regenerated, you'd be dead meat by now, that's for sure. It sounds like that feral almost killed you and saved your life in the same instant!" Janius pointed out.

Fendros didn't immediately respond. He didn't really see how the irony formed outside of a circular argument, but that wasn't important. "How long have you all been werewolves, if I may ask?" Fendros asked them all.