The handful of wild root vegetables and even an onion she had managed to find had been sliced and cooked slowly in a shallow pan of boiling water laid on top the coals of the fire. Some fatty trimmings had been added along with the mix for flavor. Meanwhile, Anann worked to prepared a couple of large venison steaks that had been cut from a loin. Seasoning them lightly with salt and even more sparingly with her dwindling supply of black pepper. Taking a shard of obsidian, she cut a deep slit into the side of each steak, effectively making a pocket within the meat, which she carefully stuffed with sliced potatoes and onion before wrapping each steak in large, edible and sweet smelling leaves she had found. Hoping they would give the meat a nice flavor as it cooked. The meat protected with its foliage wrapping, she placed them directly over the ash coated coals to cook. Standing up from her crouch near the fire pit, Anann dusted herself off and headed to the stream to wash of her hands. Pausing for a moment at the fire to flip the meat over before heading around the cabin.
The sun was sinking closer to the horizon and it was likely that Anatoliy would be home at any minute now, but while the steaks were already on the fire, the meal was only part of her surprise for the Russian male. The rest was carefully pulled from one of her packs. The wrapped clothing was place on the table along with a sealed bottle. The drink was not the Tennessee whiskey that she preferred, but the crystal clear vodka that her lover seemed to enjoy. With a quick glance out the door of the cabin before she carefully put on the garment that Strelein had been so kind to make for her. Careful fingers adjusted the fabric so that it laid smoothly over her fur and took a bone toothed comb to her mane. The poor woman was at a loss for what else to do with the long locks other than a combing and tucking the strand behind her ears. She wished now that she had gone to Princess and asked the woman to help her for she seemed to have little trouble styling her own mane in elegant up-dos. A skill Anann had never had need to learn.
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