"Wolves fear fire, so let's collect more firewood and start several more fires. As long as the fires don't go out, the wolves won't dare to approach."
Bo Yi said in a deep voice.
He seemed very determined and calm, but in reality, the small movements of his hands betrayed his nervousness.
After all, neither of them had any jungle survival experience. In this situation, they had no idea how to deal with a pack of wolves. How could they not be nervous?
Gu Yi'an silently agreed and didn't say anything more, knowing that talking too much would only increase their anxiety.
The two worked together to gather dry wood.
Luckily, it wasn't the rainy season, winter had just passed, and the weather was dry. The ground was covered with dry branches and leaves, and there were many withered trees.
To be safe, they collected a lot of firewood and piled it under the mountain ledge.
By then, it had become darker, and the wind howled through the forest.
