"Go back and make a fire."
Her expression aloof, Flossie Wright issued a simple command.
After a moment of hesitation, Devina Millet's brows lifted slightly as she stressed, "I really can do it."
Glancing at the messy pile of fish meat, Flossie Wright frowned tightly, her tone cooling slightly, "You have no choice."
Devina Millet pursed her lips and ultimately decided to follow Flossie Wright's orders.
There was nothing she could do; the power to distribute food was still in Flossie Wright's hands.
With no other recourse, Devina Millet picked up the military knife and stood up from the shore, withdrawing to one side.
But she didn't hurry to leave.
She was actually quite curious to see what Flossie Wright could do with those two fish.
Ignoring her, Flossie Wright walked over to the spot she had been earlier, pulled out the military knife, and crouched down.
