Moonlit Fjord

Relief, and then an oddly youthful excitement. It still came with a bow, but the flurry of words was better than tremulous fear and awe. A bemused smile flitted over the Spirit’s features as the younger wolf fairly chirped .

At the request, she rolled one shoulder with a faint chuckle. “I’ve never cooked such shellfish, so it’ll be a learning curve for both of us. The water here should be salty enough to add some extra flavor.”

She glanced up as Ayodele padded from the tree line, one arm full of lemur-sized firewood. The ringtailed lemur flashed a quick smile to the other wolf before setting the wood to the side of the fire, and Aurielle rose, digging through her supplies and removing a tortoise shell, large enough to cook with, but small enough for travel.

“For boiling meats and herbs, you fill one of these with water and pull some of the coals out from the fire, but keep them beside it to maintain the heat, and put the container by the fire on the coal-bed.”

Each step she explained patiently, demonstrating as she went. She added bits of herbs and spices from the pack that she thought would suit the oysters well enough, naming them as she went. Mint, rosemary, basil... Letting that steep she studied the shellfish themselves before bending and using one long canine - carefully - to pry a first one open, taking a moment to assess the tasty that settled on her tongue. Might be better to roast them on the coals, even.

"You can aslo cook meats directly on the coals, but take care to watch to be sure you don't burn them."

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