The skinned leg of the boar sizzled on the outskirts of the fire, seventy pounds of meat slowly roasting. This was no light breakfast, it was a heavy meal, and so in a sense, it was not quite beneficial that they were supposed to have it for breakfast, because the longer they waited, the hungrier they got, and in turn, the more they would eat at the end.

The scent that the roasting boar gave out was quite pungent, it hit their noses like a truck, and was practically punching their stomach at this point, and yet, they did not dare to rush the process.

Jimmy was quite aware of how infected boar meat could be, on account that these creatures were omnivores, and ate everything, including their own poop, so he'd rather have the meat over the embers of the fire as long as possible, and boil any and all parasites slithering within it, to death. He treated worm infections on his tribesfolk before, and he knew well enough that it was a lengthy process that would require him to boost one's immune system several times.

They played it safe, so they ignored the pungent scent of the boar leg as best as they could, and made themselves busy by either helping Anna from time to time, or turning the boar leg over, as many times as necessary.

One hour into the ordeal, neither the food nor Anna was done. She wanted to strip the boar off of its fur coat, and fashion it into a winter coat for herself, but it was no easy process. She didn't want to ruin the fur, as she could tell that it was valuable, thick, but yet, she wasn't experienced whatsoever when it came to skinning animals.

Skinning a dinosaur would be easier, in a sense, as their inner skin was lighter, but that was not the case with the boar. It was tough all over. Skin to fur.

The boar leg wasn't cooked either. It needed another hour, at least, judging from how many juices it was secreting straight into the fire. The leg nearly put out the fire three times by now, and it didn't help that the wood they found, and broke off across the jungle was damp because of the overall humidity. It was hard to keep the fire going with the iron-coated rocks they brought along.

At this point, Jimmy started missing random small things from his old world, like benzine to throw in the fire, or a simple hunting knife, because their stone tools weren't cutting it.

"Fucking hell!" He grunted.

"Got your finger again?" Anna asked, and she let out a light chuckle, "You're supposed to cut the boar."

"No kidding," Jimmy said after he winced, and sealed off the large cut that he caused across the top-side of his thumb. "How fucking lucky is it that I'm a healer? I should've died from a blood infection at least twenty times by now. I have no clue how the elders back home managed to live so long."

"They stay in caves and masturbate," Anna sighed, as she started getting tired from pulling on the hide of the boar carcass. "There aren't many ways to cut yourself while you masturbate."

"Yeah, but I mean before that," He added, "They were hunters, or they contributed one way or the other. Point being, they went outside, got cut, got hurt, could've died from a thousand different sicknesses, but they're fit as a fiddle. I went through them a couple of times, and the main thing I had to heal across them were old muscle pulls, some tears, and even a cracked bone, but no diseases."

"I suppose their immune system is strong," She added, "Which means that our immune system is strong as well, because… you know."

"Yeah," Jimmy nodded.

Anyway, after cutting himself, Jimmy believed that he deserved a break. He has been helping Anna for a while now, but what remained of that boar, didn't want to give its hide without one last fight, and other than that, he began feeling weak. After he took his first shite of the day earlier on, his guts have been whistling for a meal ever since, and all the labor he recently put in caught up with him as well.

He went near the campfire, and checked on the boar leg, immediately cussing, "Motherfucker… not even close to being cooked."

"You picked a meaty animal, it takes time," Almara added, as she rolled the leg over, "We could've fried five birds by now, but if you're craving fatty meat, then I suppose we have to wait."

"We deserve a little reward," He added, "The past few weeks have been rough for all of us."

"Let's hope that our reward doesn't attract any animals, then," She said, and tried to remain vigilant, looking above the fire, just in case some large animal popped up, "There are about a thousand different kinds of big, scaly cunts that would tear us apart for this leg."

"The fire should keep them away," He followed along, "Animals may be dumb, but the moment the smoke hits their eyes, they'll immediately know that they aren't supposed to be near the fire."

Afterwards, he added, "I just hope that no scaly bastard gets curious while Anna's skinning that boar. I get paranoid as fuck every time I leave her alone."

Jimmy might as well be paranoid. The carcass was ten meters, or over thirty feet away from the fire. Such a distance between them became a necessity, because Jimmy essentially killed the boar while it was between thick vines, likely digging up roots to eat.

They couldn't have started a fire close to the boar even if they tried, and had to settle for the flat-ish bit of dry land close to the safehouse. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was a strategic choice, but now he couldn't sit still. He kept checking up on Anna, until she asked him to go away and relax.

Skinning the boar was irritating her quite a bit, and at this point, she was sure that she could defend herself quite well no matter what happened. She was certain she could slit the throat of any big dinosaur before it could even open its jaw!

"Go sit down, or throw more wood in that annoying little fire." She demanded, hangry.