I heard Jinx's warning all right. I just didn't listen. The meat was so juicy, so full of flavour! The gamy taste exploded in my mouth. I ran to the edge of the clearing and grabbed a handful of long-leafed sprigs growing in the underbrush. "Rosemary. It will go good with the meat." I said, my mouth already full of a hunk of meat and a few leaves. I handed the remaining sprigs to the others. I almost swooned with pleasure. The herbs with the meat was heaven. I wondered morbidly if I had already died and gone to heaven. I flinched when I remembered Imogen. She would be in the company of the surgeons now, if she was dead, alive or being operated on again I didn't know. I chewed slowly after that. She would be hungry now. She could be dead now. My chest tightened, but I didn't cry. I savoured every bit of the meat but didn't take seconds. It would last us longer if we smoked it and carried it. I grabbed some loos sticks and a sharp rock that were laying nearby and started cutting the meat to smoke. Imogen's face floated in front of my eyes as I held the meat over the fire. She swam in the smoke before disappearing into the gloom of the night.