The most precious thing was the pure white subcutaneous fat that he had stripped off in sheets, which he carefully wrapped in a large piece of birch bark, preparing to take back to the shelter to slowly refine into precious wild boar oil.
Then he dragged the complete porcupine skin with quills to the downwind area far from the camp and temporarily buried it under snow. This "Thorn Cloak," he still needed time to consider how to safely handle and utilize it.
Lin Yu'an no longer lingered outdoors and returned to the shelter against the cold wind, leaving only the campfire leaping in the wind outside.
As soon as he pushed open the door, the warm atmosphere mixed with the faint milky scent of December rushed over, instantly isolating the harsh cold and blood stench from outside the cabin.
December was still lying on the wolf skin bed, looking at him curiously.
