Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
‘I Already Ate, Remember? You Can Have The Rest If You Want..’
Carlos looked at the carcus. He did want it, but…
I really shouldn’t. My…stomach’s not made for this sort of… stuff. He had no idea if he could even digest raw meat before the morning came. It smelled really good, but… it just wasn’t a good idea.
He slunk into the cave, going to sit in the corner where he’d left his things.