03-11-2009, 01:22 AM
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It was still cold out, even with the sun high in the sky and the snow pretty much gone from the grounds completely. Rain had taken up where the snow had left off and now the basement was damp as well as cold, which was what had drawn the wolf out from his shelter. It was far to cold for his slight body and his stomach had been rumbling for most of the morning anyways. He'd taken the time to clamber up the stairs, carrying the huge box along with him, simply unaware of the the blood that seeped from the now soggy corner of the box as he went along. It made a small trail, up the basement stairs, through the hallway and then the main room, straight out the front door of the mansion. He'd taken the box only as far as the back of the mansion, where he moved back only a few feet, beneath the shelter of a few sparse low hanging trees, and built his fire pit. It was only as he moved to take the small bits of venison from that box that he realized it had gotten soggy, that the box might have given way and he might have lost his morsels of meat if he had carried it much farther. Thinking himself lucky that it didn't happen, he proceeded to place the meat inside the empty pot, which gave a great sizzle as it hit the warmth of the pan. The other pot was well on it's way, rolling the white bits of rice as it boiled. The third pot, which had been set away from the fire, contained the vegetables that would make the best meal that he had eaten in weeks. A pot of stew always made everything better, especially the cold wet days. |