As soon as we entered to the tribe, most of them approached us, they seemed quite surprised and somewhat annoyed by my presence among the hunters. From the looks of it, pets are not common in the village. However, the human who was carrying me only said a few words and the humans around me began to look at me with surprise and pleasure.
After that pleasant welcome, my entire welcoming committee seems to have forgotten my presence and they started to tear up the dead animals brought. I could see that they did not have a good system to maintain the meat and that it was not damaged. They put a white substance on the meat, which I assume was salt, and then the put it inside a cave that seemed much colder than its surroundings.
The man who brought me to the tribe did not participate in that process, it seemed that he was the one giving the orders. And when I stop receiving questions from the other tribesmen, I walk up to a hut in the center of the tribe.
His shack or well, the one I assume was his shack was small compared to the others. There were only two attempts at beds, it was straw on the floor with fur on top of them. And in the corner there was a kind of clothing place that was a rope tied to each end of the hut and on it fur that looked like clothes.
The human seemed embarrassed by the shack disaster, so much so that he dropped me to the ground and ran to organize everything. I Considered fleeing at the time, but there are many people outside the hut and my escape attempt would be easily frustrated. Also, it is preferable to live in this hut than in the forest and I have already decided to start my new "temporary" life as a pet.