Puck laughed even more. “Nah, Cal. They wouldn’t go after me. I’m all muscle. They’d go after Ben. Fae are tasty, from what I’ve heard.” Ben squinted at him. “Where did you hear that?” Puck paused. “Cannibals.”
“You don’t know what I’ve been up to,” he replied smugly, folding his arms. “One visit every six months for two years doesn’t cover everything, Cal.”
"They wanted to eat you then and they'll want to eat you now," she told him stubbornly, crossing her arms.
“How rude. They have manners,” he said primly. The carcass smelled horrendous; it had clearly been rotting in the sun for a few days. She would be able to see some teeth marks on the flesh, but not much else.
Ben looked over his shoulder and a strange expression crossed his face. “Keep moving,” he said urgently.
Puck looked back, squinting. “It’s just a little mouse.” “There’s hundreds of them inside that corpse,” Ben murmured quietly. “We don’t want to startle them.”
