Dreamlight Valley Animals Favourite Food Novels & Stories

"Wildheart does not have such fine food. Torin says it is wasteful to spend coin on luxuries when the pack needs grain." Yaretzi's eyes flickered. "Obsidian does not consider food a luxury. We consider it a necessity." "Obsidian also has mines full of precious metals," Ryleigh muttered. "Not everyone can afford to eat like kings." Zelda laughed, a bright, infectious sound. "Riverpack eats fish. Every day. Sometimes I dream of mutton." The women laughed, and Nyra smiled, but her attention remained on Carmen. The Blackthorn Luna had been quiet since she arrived, sipping her tea, nibbling a biscuit, offering nothing of herself.

He had only swallowed one single raw chive dumpling for breakfast, and their lunch at the village den was completely basic, leaving his inner wolf totally famished. Nyra’s face turns super dark the second his nose catches the rich scent, knowing my paws are the ones causing that incredible aroma to fill the sector. "I have absolutely no idea," he mutters flatly. He quickly turns to Ezekiel and Darius, putting on his usual sweet, caring voice. "What would your wolves love to eat for dinner tonight? I can step into the kitchen den and cook for the alliance." "My wolf wants to eat the exact same sour-cabbage fish dish they are chewing on right now," Zinnia says boldly, his hunger completely ove

“Oh, are you saying that we’re just letting nature take its course?” “I guess you could say something like that.” Dean smiled and Kiera grudgingly returned his smile before she moved to relieve him of her seat. He removed two covers off the plates on the table to reveal her favourite dinner. They’d be eating roast venison with wild vegetables and a savoury rice. As the covers left the table, steam rose for each plate and danced through the candlelight. “Wow, I didn’t know you remembered my favourite foods are.” “I’m a wolf shifter, not an ogre, enjoy.” He put the covers down on the coffee table and took his place at the table, then watched her take a bite of her food. Dean couldn’t stop smil

“Our neighbor has a fighting rooster for derby. You always gripe you’d like to cook it for tinola.” “Oh, that’s nothing. If you think that’s the typical sound of the province, you’ve got another think coming. Cicadas, tokay geckoes, goats, ducks, owls, field mice, pythons, mating frogs, June bugs, crickets… We got them all back good though. Anything that could make a sound, we probably cooked and ate.

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

She had a bright smile on her face as if she had found some kind of heavenly treasure. “Where did you get this?” Evelyn whispered. “That’s a secret,” she chuckled. Evelyn could only roll her eyes. She was having more and more difficulty in understanding the girl called Maya. Although they stood in the queue for so long, all they got were two pieces of bread and a bowl of meat stew. On top of that, they had to sit on the floor to eat. “Damn, they call it meat stew but there is little to no meat,” Maya complained. Werewolves preferred more meat in their diet compared to vegetables. Their human side is what makes eating vegetables even possible for them. But this habit of theirs was quite oppos