The air in the tribe today carried a strange, new aroma.
Leo twitched his sensitive little nose, his eyes bright:
"Brother, the canteen doesn't have that funky smell today! It smells so good. I think they're cooking fish."
Usually at this time of year, the air just hung with the distinct, gamy smell of dried meat and air-dried fish. Due to the lack of salt for curing, these preserved foods helped the tribe avoid starvation, but their taste was far from pleasant.
However, this year, thanks to a bountiful harvest and a more abundant food supply, everyone's meals were guaranteed. As soon as the grain from the Ox-Head tribe arrived, this winter would be the most plentiful one ever.
Even so, having to go back to eating dried meat after getting used to the delicious dishes Eric prepared made many people feel a bit unaccustomed. Even the Dwarves, who had their own rations, usually avoided the canteen in winter.
