Then he tossed a spark into the pile of dry branches.
Kaelan Hawthorne took out the remaining meat pieces from the Beast Skin bag, each piece a different size.
He skillfully threaded the meat onto a sharpened stick.
After placing the stick by the fire, he crouched down, turning it continuously with his hands.
Oil droplets slowly seeped from the meat, falling into the fire with a gentle crackle.
The aroma gradually spread through the air, mixed with the scent of the charcoal, becoming all the more enticing.
He sprinkled a handful of the coarse salt he had saved, the grains landing on the sizzling meat surface, instantly enhancing the savory aroma.
The fragrance mingled with the burnt smell, swirling around, making everyone feel even hungrier.
He focused intently, selecting the tenderest piece of chicken breast to cut off.
