Bi Fang, clad in deerskin, waved contentedly on the shoreline, watching the Thesus set sail toward the horizon, while a gray whale surfaced beside him, showing its back and spouting mist.
Before long, the ocean returned to calm, and the whale continued to swim powerfully as if nothing had happened.
Only the whale's call echoed over the empty wilderness, a mournful and somber sound.
Bi Fang had seen the "whale breach" several tis before, but he'd never observed it so closely.
Humans always want to "explain" every action of animals, but in the end, they cannot truly understand what whales are trying to express through such behavior.
It might just want to feel the wind on the surface of the sea, or maybe it just felt like leaping up to try sothing new.
However, the sight before everyone's eyes left them speechless, their hearts filled with sothing indescribable, as if a new breath, a new train of thought, had spontaneously erged.
Perhaps it wasn't the gigantic whale within the fra that moved the audience, but rather the unique vastness of the surrounding Nature and the realization of their own insignificance within it.
Always living out one's days among the iron-gray buildings, yet in the sa mont, another kind of ti is also unquestionably flowing slowly.
If you could rember this in a corner of your heart every day, it would surely bring a world of difference.
[When I have money, I will definitely go and see the world]
[A corporate drone should look like one. Accepting fortune is your fate, just stay put in these few square ters of space.]
[Ah, if only humans could live a little longer, like two hundred years, with the first fifty being our youth. That would be aweso, all the pressure would disappear just like that.]
[The sorrow of a short-lived species, like plankton that only live for a day, their sole purpose being to find a mate and reproduce.]
[In the cycle of life and death, I want to leave behind sothing else.]
[Offspring, perhaps? (Dog's head)]
The audience once again started to argue about life, and Bi Fang stood up, waving one last ti towards the Thesus as it disappeared.
The ship vanished into the distance, and a seal that had been scared into the sea poked its head out, saw no whale around, and cautiously climbed onto an ice floe, lying comfortably on the ice and slapping its belly with glee.
Another rescue completed.
Bi Fang's gaze lingered on the undulating sea surface. He let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders, the cold wind sohow not feeling that cold anymore.
The gray whale matter had been perfectly resolved. It was ti to refocus on the days ahead; it was late November now, with still two more months to go.
Driving the dog sled back to the cabin, Bi Fang further processed the reindeer at, separating fat and lean at to minimize potential loss.
He then buried the excess deer at in a pit in the ground.
"I feel like a squirrel storing pine nuts for winter," Bi Fang said, clapping his hands to knock the snowflakes off, "Actually, we could also hang the at in trees to achieve the sa effect, but making ropes is really too cumberso, so it's better to just bury it here."
With food, a water source, and enough fuel, Bi Fang felt that his upcoming life would be absolutely blissful.
Two hunting expeditions, one musk ox, two reindeers, amassing over three hundred kilograms of at in total.
Even the most successful predators in nature, the hyena packs, couldn't achieve such a feat, making him a true king of the wilderness!
Survival of the fittest is the only way to persevere in the wild!
The sun's energy sustains all things, yet humans cannot live on photosynthesis alone. To survive, we must hunt, and to live well, we must know how to.
...
December had arrived.
More than a week had passed since the rescue of the Gray Whale. It was Bi Fang's fortieth day in the Arctic wilderness, and the temperature seed to have stabilized at minus forty degrees. Although terrifyingly cold, it wasn't enough to make survival impossible.
At least, Bi Fang had two layers of deerskin, even allowing for simple washing.
Brushing off the dry snow, Bi Fang added a new batch of charcoal to the fire pit.
Initially, Bi Fang would add firewood, but he soon discovered that charcoal was more comfortable to use. Not only was the heat more stable but also, it lasted longer than firewood, thus he shifted to using charcoal exclusively.
After adding the charcoal, Bi Fang covered the pit, leaving only a small vent open, and stood up to open the cabin's small door.
"Ga."
At the sound, the six dogs perked up their heads and bounded over through the snow, shaking their fur and squeezing past Bi Fang's feet into the cabin, nudging the half-open wooden door wide and entering one by one.
Goudan, Fugui, and Wangcai were the first three sled dogs Bi Fang encountered. Though it went unsaid, it was clear that these three big ones had a higher status than the other three, as they imdiately took the spots beside the heated kang bed, resting comfortably against the warm stones and yawning.
In the beginning, Goudan tried to jump onto the kang bed, only to be pulled down by the ear by Bi Fang each ti; now it was sowhat better behaved but still needed so supervision.
The remaining three dogs huddled with Sanshao, occupying all other spaces in the small cabin, leaving almost nowhere for Bi Fang to step.
Bi Fang sighed and turned to the drone beside him, "That's all for today's livestream. Recently, I've had a rare mont of leisure. I made quite a few tools, also polished the sled. In a couple of days, I'll see if I can find so plants to replenish my vitamins."
With that, the livestream ended.
The content of the past week hadn't been particularly novel, so Bi Fang didn't stream for very long each day, treating it more like a routine report.
The drone docked on the ground, Bi Fang took off his hat, and cautiously stepped between the dogs to reach the kang bed, using his jacket as a pillow and touching the bed with his hand.
"Just right, warms the hand without being too hot."
Adding charcoal to the kang bed is a skilled task. Too much and you overheat, sweating as if in a stear; too little and you find yourself chilled by the middle of the night, cold in an odd way. Even soone with Bi Fang's robust constitution felt a bit overwheld at first, but it had gotten better these last few days.
In short, it wasn't easy for the average person to get the hang of it. Bi Fang had gradually figured out the proper amount through multiple attempts, so he was able to comfortably sleep through the night.
The charcoal in the fire pit glowed faintly, its heat steadily warming the entire cabin to a soporific level.
As the chilling wind howled outside, one man and six dogs settled into peaceful dreams inside the cabin.
Goudan's head rested against the stone, its mouth slowly opening to let out its tongue, and its fur began to emit a faint burnt sll.
In the middle of the night.
The snowstorm intensified, blurring the vast landscape.
High atop a hundred-ter cliff, several sharp claws stepped into the snow, leaving deep imprints.
A dozen pairs of green eyes glowed ominously out of the darkness.
In the air, a long-missed fragrance lingered.
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