The tribe of cannibals danced in joy, close to the big fire that they kept feeding wood to. They've lost several people today, but that didn't ruin their mood.
In their own weird way, death was a celebration for them. They celebrated the deaths of their people, and even the death of their enemies, because they believed that people who die were meant to be a delicacy for them.
They've eaten so many people, to the point where they've developed a sort of advanced taste for human flesh. They loved it. Dinosaur meat paled in comparison for them, especially the small scavengers that usually roamed the north lands. Predators didn't taste good, scavengers even less so, but under that same pretext, human flesh shouldn't taste good either, since they mostly ate meat, but it didn't seem to matter. These cannibals had very specific tastes.
