Outside the tent, there's a delicious smell of food that tempts Ji Nuan to swallow in anticipation, despite not feeling particularly hungry.
The orcs of the Watson Tribe were already rushing towards the nearest fire pit, sitting down to begin grilling their meat.
Ji Nuan, Xiu Yan, and Ya Li followed behind Chief Meng Zhuo to a large fire pit and were invited to sit down: "Please have a seat, Shaman Ji Nuan."
Near the fire pit were several beast skin cushions. As the cold season drew to an end, the temperatures in the early morning and evening were very low, hence sitting by the fire pit and roasting meat had become a much-enjoyed activity.
"Do try this game," Meng Zhuo handed a cleaned up prey to Xiu Yan, "This is a rare game from the Lamu Forest, similar in size to the Long-eared Beast, but its meat is very tender. Near the end of the cold season, we always catch some to bring back for pregnant females and little cubs."
