"How was your trip?" I sat on the steps in front of the main gate and asked Bram, who had just returned.
I glanced at the five men behind him, surprised at how much they had changed. They had been rebellious, barely following orders, but now they walked silently, heads down, without daring to raise their eyes.
I noticed a few faint bruises on their faces. I didn't want to imagine what had happened to them.
But there was something else new in their appearance besides the bruises—they were each wearing coats made from wolf fur.
It had only been two hours since they left. How did they find them so quickly?
"Did you bring any food?" I asked him.
"I brought back some rabbits and found a few nearby bears we could probably hunt for food."
I tilted my head slightly. "Didn't you bring the meat from the wolves you killed?"
He shook his head immediately. "Wolf meat isn't edible. We'll save that as a last resort."