Evelyn Ford sat silently to the side. Fatigue had stolen her desire to speak, leaving her without even the strength to lift a hand. Everyone had grown accustomed to this life: fleeing day after day, constantly on the move, searching for the next place to rest...
The two wild boars had been cleaned and were ready to be roasted. The cold weather meant the meat wouldn't spoil easily, and divided among them, it would last for several days.
Ronan Kendrick sharpened a wooden stick, skewered half a rack of ribs, and once it was roasted, he gave some to Wendy and Officer Graham.
"You only used salt, but it tastes amazing," Evelyn Ford said, giving Ronan Kendrick a thumbs-up.
Ronan Kendrick might not be a great cook, but he was excellent at roasting meat.
Ronan Kendrick looked at her without a word, his eyes filled with heartache.
"Go on, eat."
Then, Ronan Kendrick handed two meaty ribs to the wolfdogs beside them. One of them yipped and wagged its tail excitedly.
