But in the end, you don't get another shot

[Hemming]

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>D       The smell of burning wood and meat mingled in the air, drifting by Hemming occasionally as he sat in the grass, running a sharp stone against the side of a branch. He had been whittling it patiently, making it smooth and clean. Though he was not done fashioning the spear and one half of it remained rough and lined with peaks of wood, the wolf could not continue. His stomach, reminded of food by the smell that wafted through the air, pulled at his insides and rumbled in frustration. Hemming's mouth started to water, and he simply could not concentrate on the spear in his hands. With a sigh, he stopped carving and stood up, turning his gaze across the landscape around him to figure out where the smell was coming from. Perhaps whoever was surely enjoying the meal would spare a little for Hemming, in a gesture of solidarity. The thought elated him, and his stomach groaned in support of the idea.       Dagrun was sleeping peacefully on top of the wolf's head, undisturbed even as he had stood up. Understandably, she was a little annoyed when Hemming started to speak to her. "Would you go see where that's coming from for me?" he asked softly, his eyes lifting up even though he wasn't able to see her at all. "No," she replied firmly, closing the single eye that had opened as if to signify that the case was closed. Hemming pursed his lips a little, knowing that that would be the easiest way to find the feast but also knowing that it would be easy enough for him to find it himself.       He started across the grasses, following the billows of smoke and the delicious scent, and tracked through a patch of trees. The trees seemed to stretch on longer than he had expected, or perhaps it was his growling stomach that made a moment seem like an eternity. He held his sharp stone in his left hand and his spear in the other as he wandered, and tapped the piece of wood across the occasional tree. The scent was getting stronger, and Hemming's desire for the meat was almost overwhelming. His pace sped a little as he made his way.

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