For a second it almost felt like Zephyr had seen a trace of something more in the eye of the stout monster.
'Sentience?'
He stared at his hand in thought before standing and resuming what he came here for in the first place.
Food, fruits, or anything edible at all.
From what he could see, the stout monsters seemed to also depend on this food source location for sustenance, at least to some extent.
He knew this could only be supplementary for their survival based on the population size of monster lairs he had seen on his way to this western border.
He walked around, uprooting what looked to be the single edible plant here — some sort of tuber crop that Zephyr hoped tasted better than it looked.
It had a deep purple color that was unlike any food he was familiar with.
