"Are they done yet? Give me one, I only got to taste a small piece earlier." Michael ignored Max's not-so-happy expression, his eyes glued to the pastries that were gradually turning golden brown, his stomach rumbling urgently.
"Me too, give me one too!" Several other Snow Wolf warriors also clamored in agreement. By now, no one was in the mood to compare whose skills were more skillful; everyone surrounded the fire pit like a pack of hungry wolves.
Luckily, one batch made quite a lot of pastries. Max frowned as he watched the group, each person grabbing two, blowing on them while chewing greedily, a truly unsightly sight. Suddenly, a warmth spread in his palm; it turned out he had been handed two piping hot pastries.
Eric held out the pastries to him, his eyes sparkling brightly. "Max hasn't eaten, right? These are for you."
