Milo had thrown away the remaining rat meat with a swing of his hand. It seemed that he had no intention of sharing it with the others, nor did he feel that it was wasteful to throw it away.
Micah thought to himself.
Even if you don’t want the others to have it, shouldn’t you keep the rest for tomorrow?
However, Milo had a different thought. He would rather search for food again tomorrow or even go hungry than leave this strong scent of blood lingering on him.
At this moment, Miriam was quietly looking at the roasted rat meat with a small salt shaker in her hand.
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