After initially establishing a cooperation alliance, the patriarch invited Pascal to go hunting with him. Claire habitually wanted to follow as usual, but was stopped by the tribe leader: "You don't need to participate in the hunting, you just need to stay in the tribe and wait for us to come back. If you are willing, you can follow the tribe Others here learn to sew and steam."
"Why?" Claire looked at the patriarch strangely: "We went hunting together yesterday, wasn't it a good thing?"
The clan leader coughed: "At that time, we didn't even know you were a female." He actually felt ashamed to say that he had to rely on the female to accompany him to hunt so hard to increase the amount of prey.
"I told you, don't confuse me with the sub-beasts of your tribe. I'm not that delicate." Claire nimbly dodged and came to Pascal's side: "Where we are, the females are responsible for hunting. , the male is responsible for driving away foreign enemies and patrolling the territory, do you understand?"
"Shouldn't it be the male's job to drive away foreign enemies and hunt? They actually asked you to hunt outside?" The patriarch was surprised, and then looked at Pascal with reproachful eyes.
"As I said, our place is different from yours. Don't use your standards to measure me... I'm really stupid. That's why I'm impatient to talk about this with you orcs." Claire said impatiently. The clan leader waved his paw: "If you have this free time to think about things, you might as well go hunting with us early. We have already wasted a lot of time today, so don't hurry up!"
After saying that, Claire did not give the patriarch a chance to argue. She transformed into a lion with beautiful lines all over its body and disappeared in a few jumps. Her ability to recognize directions is very strong. She walked with the clan leader yesterday and already knows where it is easiest to catch prey.
Pascal advised the patriarch: "What the girls in our tribe like to do most is to run freely on the prairie and enjoy the thrill of catching prey. They are all born warriors. So, never do anything to Kelly again." I told her not to get involved in the hunting conversation, it would make her unhappy."
"But..." The clan leader frowned. He was used to the weakness of sub-beasts, and he was obviously unable to adapt to the toughness of outside females.
"The protection you think of is just a kind of imprisonment for Claire. Treating her in the way Claire is accustomed to is also a kind of respect for her." Pascal walked to the door of the cave: "Okay, I was also hungry, so I went hunting with Claire. Although the male lions in our area mostly rely on females to hunt, I am not in this routine."
Pascal disappeared from sight like the wind, chasing Claire's scent. After they left, the hunting teams of the orc tribe also poked their heads into the cave entrance: "Chief, Claire and that man have already gone hunting, shouldn't it be time for us to set off? Let the two of them stay there, maybe dangerous."
The patriarch shook his head and decided not to think about the problems that troubled him anymore: "Let's go."
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I wonder if the hunters were unlucky today. Although Pascal, a powerful man, joined the hunting team, they hunted fewer prey than yesterday.
With the help of Pascal and Claire, the hunting time was significantly reduced and the process became easier, but they also encountered less prey.
The tribe leader looked at the food in his hands worriedly: "The food we hunted today may not be enough for everyone in the tribe to eat for a day."
They originally wanted to wait for a few more prey, but they waited left and right. Not to mention large prey, not even a small rabbit was seen.
Snow fell from the mid-air and fell on everyone's faces and bodies. Although everyone was an animal with thick hair, they also felt the cold. Claire shook her body and shook off the snowflakes that turned white and transparent after falling on her body. The big cat didn't like his fur getting wet, and the feeling of snow turning into water and sticking to his body made Claire feel terrible.
The patriarch pointed his hand at Claire, and a slight breeze blew from his palm. These winds would not make Claire feel cold, but they could blow the snow off her body. The patriarch performed this action with a very serious expression, and there was a softness in his eyes that he was not aware of.
Claire, whose impression of the clan leader had just fallen to the bottom, saw how attentive he was, and her impression of him rose slightly.
The clan leader noticed Claire's gaze and met her eyes, and then... nothing more, because he said something else that made Claire want to kill him: "You should have listened to me in the tribe just now, female Sure enough, you shouldn’t have come out, isn’t this asking for trouble?”
Claire slapped the patriarch away with a dark face.
The jaws of the orc boys who were watching dropped.
The words of concern can be said in such an awkward manner. The clan leader is also outrageous. He has such a mean mouth and deserves to be beaten.
"It won't work like this. Without bait, the prey probably won't run out at the risk. Lord Pascal, why don't we set up some traps to catch the prey like we did before on the prairie."
"You can give it a try." Pascal looked at a warthog he was carrying: "Just use this as bait."
"What are you discussing?" The patriarch came up to him like nothing happened - if you ignore his face as black as a pot lid and the distinctive slap mark on his left face, you can probably pretend that nothing happened. .
"Have you never laid a trap before, Lord Patriarch?" Claire, who was busy at the side, had no time to deal with a guy with negative emotional intelligence: "It seems that you have only been used to using brute force to catch prey. No wonder it’s so inefficient.”
"..." All the orcs lay innocently at gunpoint.
"Do you need help?"
"No need, you just need to stand where you are and don't cause any trouble."
The orcs wiped their sweat silently. Thanks to the clan leader, they suddenly felt that they had become an eyesore during Claire's hunting process.
"The trap is set. Hide behind the tree with me and don't make any noise. Look for the wind outlet and try not to spread your scent."
More than an hour later, the first prey fell into the trap, which was a hyena. The picky eaters all said that this thing could not be used as food. They fished the hyena up, killed it, threw it aside, and started waiting for the second prey. The second prey was a leopard. Its belly was shriveled and it looked like it had been hungry for a long time. The moment he fell into the trap, he was killed by the hidden people and collected as a new prey.
After that, it took a long time before they saw the third prey...
"I don't know if it's my imagination, but I always feel that there are fewer prey these days than before." One of the orcs said with emotion as he looked at today's harvest. It took them half the time today to barely catch the same number of prey as yesterday.
"It's winter now and the prey aren't coming out anymore. This is normal."
On the way to the tribal territory, Claire and Pascal also found several hibernating non-venomous snakes. They strangled the long snakes to death and planned to take them back to the territory to roast or cook soup and make snake soup. A good choice.
When Pascal, the patriarch and others returned to the territory, class had just ended, and a group of small sub-beasts and a pseudo-sub-beast came out of the cave. Every time when the hunting team returns, it is the happiest moment for everyone, because it means that they can get food.
The moment Pascal emerged from the small beasts, he had been looking for a small figure, but there were too many people, and he couldn't find it for a while, and he felt a little irritable. During these days of separation, only he himself knew how much he missed the little guy.
It wasn't until he saw the little figure in his memory being pushed forward by a baby bear that he began to feel better. It seems that he still has to keep the little guy under his nose, Pascal thought.
The little guy has gained some weight and has become round, like a dumpling. However, he is still very young, so even if he gains weight, it is not ugly, it just makes people feel cute. It was pulled by the baby bear and shuttled through the crowd. Its chubby little face was deformed from time to time due to the squeeze of the crowd, which made people feel very funny.
In order for the little guy to see him smoothly, he can also stand in the direction of the little guy.
Who knew that after the little guy looked at him, he actually ignored him very calmly
Pascal started to feel unhappy again. Who said that the little lion would miss his father very much after a period of separation? It was rare that he opened his arms and set his posture, waiting for the little guy to jump into its arms, but it actually pretended that he didn't exist? !
Pascal gritted his teeth, "Very good, he will teach his adopted son who has been separated for a long time how to respect his father!"
Jela, who passed by Pascal, rubbed his eyes and shuddered strangely: "Just now, I seemed to have seen Pascal? Illusion, it must be an illusion... Why is Pascal here." Jela Putting the messy thoughts behind, he walked towards Claire happily again: "Claire, let me see what prey you caught today..."