If she could go back now, she honestly wanted to retrieve all those discarded clothes from the trash.
That way she would not have needed to work so desperately hard weaving cloth...
She let out a soft sigh and smiled faintly.
She could not return anymore. All she could do now was live her current life well.
"You should wear it. Hemp clothing is actually pretty durable. Besides, now that we know how to weave cloth, we'll have more and more clothes in the future."
Hayoon rubbed his head gently as she spoke.
Haeun looked at her emotionally, and his eyes gradually reddened. "Sis, I feel like ever since you woke up, you've become a little different from before."
Hayoon slowly lowered her hand, her heart instantly tightening as she calmly asked, "Really?"
"Mm. But whether it was before or now, you've always treated me just as well."
Thinking about the original owner who had already died, Hayoon felt a wave of sadness rise inside her.
She bent down slightly and looked seriously into Haeun's eyes, her tone solemn. "I will always be your sister."
She would carry on the original owner's wishes, take good care of Haeun, and live well.
Just as Minho had said, not long after breakfast, a light rain began falling again.
Fortunately, Haeun could transform into his beast form, so this amount of rain did not affect him much.
After Hayoon finished hemming his clothes, he impatiently waved goodbye to her, transformed into a giant panda, and ran toward the deeper parts of the tribe with his round little butt swaying side to side.
Hayoon was not very interested in visiting people, so she returned to the cave and checked the food Minho had left behind.
The cave was cool and well ventilated, so the prey they had hunted last time was still alright, though it carried a faint unpleasant smell.
However, the two baskets of Kudzu roots stored farther inside had already begun sprouting mold and shoots.
Once food started rotting, it would only spoil faster and faster after that, so she needed to deal with it quickly.
Her storage space was only one cubic meter and could not hold that many Kudzu roots.
There was no way she could eat all of them in time either...
After thinking for a while, Hayoon decided to make starch from them for preservation.
Now that she had hemp cloth that could be used for filtering, it was finally possible.
Once she made up her mind, she immediately got to work.
She carefully washed the roots clean with water, chopped them into pieces, then carried them to the tribe's communal stone mill to grind them into pulp.
The large stone mill had been passed down through generations within the tribe.
It stood in the center of the tribe, backed against a mountain hollow, with a clear river nearby for convenient access to water.
Walking there on foot took quite a while, but she did not encounter a single person along the way.
She guessed that since the rain had finally lightened up, everyone in the tribe was probably hurrying to hunt and gather supplies.
Besides the stone mill, there was also a black stone altar built there to worship the Beast God.
Since it was not currently a festival period, the only thing placed on the altar was a complete white skull from a Rockmon beast.
Following local customs, before using the stone mill, Hayoon stood before the altar with her hands pressed together and bowed deeply three times.
Her strength was much greater now than it had been before transmigrating, so even though the stone mill was heavy, grinding the pulp was not difficult.
It simply took a long time.
Fortunately, after coming to the beast world, time was the one thing she had in abundance.
It was not until afternoon that she finally finished grinding the pulp.
Afraid of spilling it, she placed the wooden bucket inside her storage space.
Once something was stored there, she no longer felt its weight.
As she walked back lightly, she heard many voices talking before she was even close to the cave.
There was no hostility in their tones, but they sounded urgent.
Could it be that Haeun had brought more sub-beastmen over again?
Thinking that, Hayoon quickened her pace.
But after finally passing through the grassy path and seeing the scene outside the cave clearly, she froze.
Why were there so many beastmen here?
The scent of beastmen was far more aggressive than that of sub-beastmen.
Caught completely off guard, Hayoon once again felt as though someone had punched her directly in the nose.
"Hayoon's back!"
Someone shouted loudly, and the beastmen immediately started rushing toward her.
Beastmen were generally much larger than sub-beastmen, and Hayoon herself was socially anxious.
Her expression changed slightly as she instinctively stepped backward.
However, before she could move, Minho raised an arm to block the beastmen.
His deep voice carried a frightening sense of authority as he said, "Wait until she comes over first."
The beastmen immediately stopped moving and simply stared at Hayoon with excited and hopeful expressions.
Only then did Hayoon rub her nose and walk over.
"What happened?"
The moment she asked, one of the beastmen stepped forward.
Hayoon recognized him as Leeho, Immo's husband and Sulyeon's father. His beast form was a white bear.
Beastmen matured quickly, but they aged slowly and lived far longer than humans.
Even though Leeho was over twenty years older than her, he still looked like a young man.
He was slightly shorter than Minho, but his build was massive and muscular. His beast-hide skirt could barely contain his powerful thighs.
"Hayoon, you made the clothes Minho is wearing, right? Using cloth you wove yourself?" Leeho asked eagerly.
"Yes," Hayoon replied.
Leeho immediately continued, "Can you weave some cloth for me too? I have freshly hunted beast meat, pottery, stone tools, and some beast bones..."
As he spoke, he began pulling items out of his storage space like a magician performing tricks, quickly piling them up around his feet.