The various bison we had hunted for both sport and for food were laid out around us, their bones picked clean while their hides were strewn about on the ground, laid there both to dry and as bait, something that the Demon Wolf had decided for us.
Her reasoning was that the scent of death might lure some hopeful or curious predators over to this position to help us get closer to finishing this trial, and even though I argued that it would likely have the opposite effect she just waved my concerns away and instead had me focus on my task.
With our bellies full of grilled meat and our Core's replenished with an excess of mana we were prepared to began walking around at random once again, her theory of luring predators in falling flat in the hours we spent resting.
