Meanwhile, deep in the east of the purple forest, the trees opened up into a wide clearing.
Right in the middle, a big campfire crackled cheerfully, sending sparks dancing into the air.
Thick chunks of meat sizzled on sticks over the flames, filling the clearing with a smoky, mouth-watering smell.
All around the fire lay twenty giant time rewinding purple wolves.
Each one was as big as a house.
They were completely lifeless now.
Every wolf had only one clean wound on its body, the single strike that had ended its life.
Rosalina sat on a thick log in front of the fire, poking the flames with a long stick. She let out a big sigh.
"Babe, I'm getting so bored of eating wolf meat every day. Can't we eat something else for once?"
Julius sat across from her, staring at the grilling meat.
He carefully flipped a big chunk over so it would cook evenly on the other side.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked with a small laugh.
