Zin raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he watched Jax finish off and eat his foe. It was not uncommon among tribes to consume part or all of their vanquished enemies. Often times it was during a lavish ceremony performed to grant the eater power. Zin wasn’t sure if he believed in such things, though he did not question the practice. On a few occasions, he had done so as a sign of good faith when celebrating a victory with a neighboring tribe. His tribe, however, did not practice it.

The team quickly moved on, albeit one member short. It wasn’t long before they met up with the last few member of this rescue team. The Gnome Hobnob and his team had apparently had been up to some mischief of his own. 

The ground was littered with coyote corpses as they all headed towards the bridge.