CHAPTER 175: ALMOST REVEALED

As soon as he finished speaking, the female Snow Wolf hurriedly shook her head:

"I’m not going! Last time I went to Luban’s house to get something, I almost collapsed his roof."

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

The Dwarves’ houses were indeed a bit small for the Snow Wolves; just a single careless, strong movement could cause destruction. This had become a psychological trauma for quite a few Snow Wolves.

Seeing them talking, laughing, and then leaving, the corners of Evan’s mouth also curled up in an unconscious smile.

"They live very harmoniously."

Evan said softly, his voice light: "It reminds me of my own tribesmen."

Fortunately, Eric’s hearing was very sharp. He turned his head curiously and asked: "Your tribesmen? Do you Humans also divide into different tribes?"

Could it be like in his previous life, divided by race based on skin color?

Eric secretly sized up Evan’s physique; if that were the case, no matter what tribe Evan belonged to, he must be the most beautiful one in it.

"Actually, I..."

Evan’s body stiffened, he hesitated to speak.

"Young Eric! You’re here!"

Sam’s booming voice came from a distance, cutting Evan off.

Eric looked towards the voice, only to see Sam carrying several large, gray, ostrich-like birds in his hand, running over gleefully.

"Finally found you! Those traps you made really work! Today we went over there intending to find more duck eggs, and checked on them while we were at it, I didn’t expect there to be ducks in the trap already! There are also a few rabbits, I’ve left them all in your yard!"

Sam, like a machine gun, rattled off a long, non-stop speech, his face extremely excited.

Eric’s jaw dropped in amazement: "That fast!"

You had to know, the traps he dug in the mountains as a child sometimes wouldn’t have a catch for a whole month.

Yet only a few days had passed, and they had already caught prey!

It seemed this untouched natural environment indeed had an incredibly rich fauna.

Moreover, there were many small animals living around the Snow Wolf tribe’s territory. Apart from occasionally being hunted by mischievous cubs, they were safe most of the time.

This also made them lose their wariness, making them fall into traps so easily.

Eric ran over to take a look. The gray duck in Sam’s hand was slightly larger than a wild chicken, its feathers oily and sleek. He lifted one by the wing to examine it; the layer of down on its body was thicker and finer than a wild chicken’s, probably to adapt to being in the water.

The trap was that useful, he thought. It looks like I’ll have a plentiful supply of duck feathers in the future.

When I have time, I’ll have to try making a set of down clothing for each of the cubs in the tribe; it will definitely be much warmer than modern down jackets.

Furthermore, Eric saw that these ducks were all plump and round, just right for lunch.

He said happily to Evan: "Are you heading home? I have to go back and take care of these ducks!"

He had almost spoken the truth. Evan sighed helplessly. He stared blankly at the departing backs of Eric and Sam, a complex emotion welling up in his heart, unclear whether it was relief or regret.

When Eric and Sam returned to the courtyard, they saw an incredibly lively scene.

The entire yard was filled with small Snow Wolves, playing and rolling around. A few were even wearing adorable little sweaters, among which, the one on Flower was the most exquisite and beautiful.

"Brother Eric!"

A chorus of clear calls rang out; countless cubs cheered, jumping for joy, and ran to crowd around Eric’s legs. Leo performed a spectacular burst of speed, overtaking even Flower, and leaped right into his arms.

The sweater Grass knitted for Leo was meant to be worn in human form, so right now, the little lion only had his golden fur to keep him warm.

Stroking Leo’s soft, furry belly, Eric felt a little ashamed. His hands were hopelessly clumsy; asking him to knit Leo a sweater was truly impossible... he’d have to ask Grass for help another day.

Leo even stuck his tongue out to tease Flower, who was stomping her feet in anger below, causing a group of other small Snow Wolves to also stick their tongues out at him in disdain.

Eric was amused by them. He held Leo and led this noisy tail towards the rabbits that were casually tossed on the ground.

These rabbits, caught in the reed bed, were different from the gray rabbits that knew earth spike magic.

Their whole bodies were white as snow, and they looked much rounder and cuter than the gray rabbits. It was just that their size was a bit large.

One of them was still alive, seemingly with a broken leg, huddled in a corner, not daring to move.

"Sam, don’t these rabbits know how to dig burrows? Why did they fall into the trap and not escape?" Eric asked, a bit curious.

Sam puffed out his chest proudly: "They were found in the trap I dug! It’s that deep, falling in means death. That one was probably lucky and fell on top of the other rabbits, so it survived."

Eric broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out Sam’s "house-wrecking" skills still had their uses, at least they were very good for digging traps.

Picking up a white rabbit, Sam continued: "Besides, this kind of rabbit isn’t as good as the gray rabbits. They’re stupid, don’t know magic, and their burrowing skills are far worse."

Eric’s eyes suddenly lit up: "This type of rabbit is very stupid? Does it attack beastmen?"

"They’re very timid; usually, they run away as soon as they hear a sound. They run pretty fast, too, so we’re usually too lazy to chase them. Their meat isn’t as tender as the gray rabbit’s, either." Sam looked at the white rabbit with a hint of disdain.

Stroking his chin, Eric walked a circle around the white rabbit, discovering that it indeed only knew how to hide there and tremble, showing no intention of fighting back.

This breed was perfect for farming! Eric thought to himself. Although their size was a bit small, just enough for one adult Snow Wolf to eat their fill, they were timid, had low attack power, and rabbits reproduced very quickly.

It was truly heaven-sent meat! Eric felt that the white rabbit before him was incredibly adorable.

It was just that its leg was broken, making it difficult to raise. He found some hay and two thin wooden planks to splint its two broken legs. Next, he could only rely on its own healing ability.

"Young Eric, what are you doing? Isn’t this rabbit for eating?" Sam looked at his actions, asking in confusion.

Eric stood up, feeling very satisfied that the rabbit hadn’t tried to bite him at all.

"I want to raise it. Not just one; if we catch any more live white rabbits in the future, I want to raise them all. In a few years, we’ll have more rabbits than we can eat!" Eric put his hands on his hips, painting a bright vision of the future.

Although Sam was naturally thick-skinned, at this moment, he still couldn’t help but raise a question:

"Our food for winter is barely enough this year, and we have to raise it too? Didn’t you already bring back a Jin bird egg? That bird will eat even more, can you afford to raise it?"

Several dark lines immediately appeared on Eric’s forehead: "White rabbits are easy to raise; just feed them hay. As for that Jin bird, if I can’t afford to raise it, I have Michael and Max to help me hunt for prey!"

Besides, even if the little Jin bird hatches, it will still be small and won’t eat much.

Even if the winter here was long, it wouldn’t grow that fast. By the time it could eat a lot, it would be able to hunt for itself.

With his own food reserves, Eric was fully confident he could raise it.

During the Tang season, Max and the others brought him a lot of magic beast meat every time, and whatever couldn’t be eaten was all dried into jerky.

The cafeteria would use the food stored in the cave to provide meals for the tribesmen, so his family’s dried meat wasn’t consumed much anyway; it could all be left for the little Jin bird to eat.