After cutting a sufficient portion of the Glacial Patriarch's meat, we made fire and roasted the chunks over the flames. The beast's fingernails were quite long—thick, curved talons that could serve as makeshift stakes.
Cutting them off was another problem entirely.
Kai had to use his summon to sever the bone. The sound of cracking chitin echoed through the cave, making me wince. Of course, I didn't even dare try it myself.
'Kassie would absolutely roast me if I suggested she play butcher.'
I knew that glare well enough by now—the one that promised swift and creative retribution.
We waited around the fire, kept ourselves warm, and ate while discussing the mundane and the tactical. Sharing information. Piecing together how we'd all ended up scattered across this frozen hellscape.
