It was a sunny afternoon in the land of the wolves. I carefully examined the ground and noticed some elk tracks. Three weeks till I ate last. How much tracking before I can eat again. It wasn't like this before. I remember back when I could have whatever I needed.
"Sir your food is ready. Is there anything else you require?" Asks a very young servant boy of what looked to be fifteen. I shake my head and open the dish pleased with what I saw. It was my favorite casserole.
"Not that I can think of, please do be gone so I can eat in peace." I say waving away the boy before I begin...