Immediately, I pulled myself back. A dozen wolves stared at us, frightened. “My apologies. My thoughts are elsewhere,” I told Finn. “Please continue.”
The staff cleared their throats. “We have access to large herds here, and we used to use the witches to magic the land to provide for the wild game so we could eat fresh all year. With the magic repurposed,” one wolf said carefully, “much of the game fell ill. We tried to preserve meat, but our previous alpha believed in eating fresh and shut us down.”
Finn frowned. “I believe in eating fresh but also storing when prepping for leaner months. I’ll speak to the witches about healing the land once more, but I won’t know how long that will take. Do you have the supplies to cure the meat?”
One wolf nodded. Finn looked over at us. “Do I have yo
