Roasted, heavenly scent - Inktober

Their hopes were somewhat dampened.

Beautiful though it had been the hillside had if anything only revealed the extent of the massive forest they floundered through. Their dear cleric was clearly not taking it well, portly and more used to books than walking, especially 'lost walking' he seemed already one size smaller in clothes which were certainly not that baggy not ten days ago, and he had been quick to opt out of first watch, it seemed a poor sign, much like the deep clouds which had begun rolling in as evening deepened.

The watch was uneventful, the storm threatened but did not break, and their hilltop was well defensible if it came to it.

Suddenly the cleric bolted upright.

"Heaven sent!! A heavenly scent!!"

She looked at him skeptically, and then a rich flavorful scent washed over her, in her mind's eye she saw a fat bird, roasted and set to cool... but where?!?!