Yes Soup For Me! [Fable]

After a successful hunt and stomachs full the hunting party disbanded, but Marrow remained by the bison's corpse. She was eager to continue her experimentation with cooking food and combining different things to make different flavors, although perhaps she was getting ahead of herself. She was till learning to cook with a bison stomach after all. It was proving to be a difficult process but she would figure it out. She always did.

Marrow emerged from the carcass, the stomach in tow. Blood stained her snow white fur. Shaking a chunk of intestine off her neck she dragged the stomach over to a fire started by her crow companion. It was warmer in the south but still the winter air had a chill to it. A nice bowl of soup would be perfect to finish off this day, if she could just get it rigged up right. 


Hunt Craft (stomach soup pot): 1/3