A group of troglodyte children run around the cavern as the hunch-backed, old woman stirs the cook pot. She dips her wrinkled index finger into the pot, then lifts that finger to her lips, smacking them together in delight. The bone-stick in her hands pokes at the fresh, so very tender carcass.
The kill had been made the night before by the children, giving them a chance to hunt prey when a human had stumbled into their dark cave. The chase had been both amusing and educational at the same time.
Nodding as one of the children approaches the cook post and grunts for a taste, she shows the child how to stir the pot and test the meat’s doneness. She motions for another piece of meat to be thrown into the cook pot, and the child then goes back to play with the others.
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