The females here, in order to survive, usually have multiple male partners. More hunters an a better distribution of the at, not everyone possesses the hunting abilities of the Clan Leader or Uncle Xiu Li.
Withdrawing her gaze, Ji Nuan unconsciously flicked her fluffy tail.
Letting out a sigh, she lay down in her small nook, covered herself with Beast Skin, shutting her eyes. Might as well sleep, regain her spirit, and look for so food in the small woods near the tribe tomorrow!
Because she is alone, it’s necessary to prepare early and store enough food to endure the harsh winter.
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Xiu Yan dealt with his prey indifferently, thinking about the fluffy tail he had caught sight of from the corner of his eyes. Probably one of the females in the tribe! Most likely she won’t be able to survive the coming winter.
Of course, the dreaming Ji Nuan would not know that, in the eyes of the tribe, she was already on borrowed ti, expected to serve the Beast God sooner or later.
...
As dawn started to break, Ji Nuan was awakened by a pressing urge to urinate, facing her embarrassnt, she relieved herself in a nearby bush.
She broke off so supple twigs from a weeping willow-like tree and then returned to her cave.
The orcs in the tribe had already awakened. The females were busy cleaning Beast Skins or teaming up to collect fruits.
The Hunting Team was gathering in the open area, ready for another day of hunting. The males without hunting assignnts also ventured out together hoping they could get more ga for their females and children back ho.
Ji Nuan stripped the leaves from the twigs, then took the twigs and began weaving a basket. Her few Beast Skins were precious, and she couldn’t afford to use them ndaciously for gathering. If she damaged them, she would have nowhere to turn to.
Though she had never woven a basket before, she had read about it in books. Therefore, after clumsily experinting for over an hour, an ugly yet functional basket appeared before her eyes.
After washing her green-stained hands in the river, Ji Nuan was taken aback by her reflection in the water.
Her hair was like a bird’s nest, dry and unkempt. Her face covered in gri, she was cleanliness-deprived, weak, and holy, a sight too unbearable to behold.
But the females of the tribe were all like this: greasy hair, yellow teeth, and dusty skin. However, they seed healthier and bigger than Ji Nuan.
Only the males bathed in the river after hunting, washing off the bloodstains from their bodies. Females did not bathe in the river for fear of falling ill.
The males, thus, seed clean and handso. Thinking about them standing with the females of the tribe, Ji Nuan couldn’t help but grimace.
Indeed, a waste of handso n on such unsightly won.
For the sake of her body, she chose to remain dirty. After all, cleanliness may result in her falling ill. The dical conditions here were terrible. Regardless of how lively her spirit was, her body was considerably weak.
With her "exceedingly charming" basket on her arm, Ji Nuan rushed off towards the small woods near the tribe.
The area was under the control of the tribe. All large, ferocious beasts had already been eliminated. It was safe for females, and with orcs patrolling the area, there was no need to worry about sudden surprise attacks from wild animals.
To have another chance at life, even though life was hard, Ji Nuan was still cherishing her existence!
"Shan Zaizai, are you here to gather, too? Are you feeling better now?" The tribe’s females, seeing the weak Ji Nuan, who had nearly served the Beast God, asked with concern.
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