When she stepped out of the room, Su Qingyue saw that the mud on the little bastard was now dry, and its fur was sticking together. It was combing its fur uncomfortably with its claws.
So, she also gave the little bastard a bath.
The little wolf cub was still too young. If its fur remained wet for too long, it could easily get sick. She took a discarded face towel and wiped its fur, reserving it as its dedicated towel.
Her eyes glanced over at the two baskets of bayberries under the eaves. Fortunately, they were brought back when the rain had stopped, and were covered with banana leaves. When she lifted the banana leaves, the two baskets of bayberries weren't wet.
She went to grab a hatchet and found a straight firewood stick as thick as her arm and about a meter long. With the hatchet, she removed the bark and bottom to create a downward curve. After peeling, she used the knife her second brother usually used to trim animal skins and fur, to smooth and round the stick.
