Everyone immediately rushed to get started.
One used bird claws, another used bear claws, and cat claws came in to refine the edges…
Wood shavings fell everywhere, and soon they produced a very wild-looking finished piece.
Hayoon finally inspected the work. Under everyone's nervous gazes, she could not help laughing. "Not bad, not bad!"
"Great!" everyone cheered. "Let's try it now!"
The newly made toothed piece worked very well.
The sub-beastmen installed it in front of the warp beam, giving it double fixation, so the threads would hardly get tangled anymore.
After confirming that everyone had learned properly, Hayoon handed over the responsibility of teaching the rest of the tribe.
Everyone was eagerly waiting. Every sub-beastman who learned weaving had their home filled with beastmen, sub-beastmen, and even cubs coming to learn.
With so many people, the caves became dark and crowded, making it hard to even breathe comfortably.
So they followed Minho's example and built a grass shelter at the foot of the mountain.
They taught and wove at the same time there.
When talking about Hayoon, everyone said, "That child is too honest. The tribe has so much clay that can be used for pottery, yet she only asked for a bit of red clay."
"No idea what kind of pottery she wants to make. Can pottery even be used to build houses?"
"Probably not. Pottery is too fragile."
"I've seen houses before. They're made of stone. They leak wind and collapse easily. I really don't know why she wants to build one."
"Forget it. We'll see when she actually builds it. If it doesn't work, she'll give up."
"By the way, the tribe has been out hunting these past few days, right? Did they give her the beast meat?"
"They did. Minho brought it back."
…
After that, the tribe entered a weaving craze.
Hayoon also wove another piece of cloth, using it to make a durable pair of long pants for herself.
Noticing that Haeun had stopped going out to play, Hayoon asked him why.
He pouted and said, "Minseok and the others are all staying home to weave cloth! They said they want clothes!"
"Oh right, I saw his brother's cloth. He used two kinds of hemp thread and wove a checkered pattern. It actually looked pretty nice."
After saying that, Haeun looked at Hayoon expectantly.
Hayoon stacked the washed pottery bowls to the side, wiped the stove with a rag made from scraps, and smiled. "Why are you looking at me? I can't weave that."
Haeun immediately drooped into a little bear-face of disappointment. "Oh."
Hayoon laughed out loud.
Minho walked over carrying an open cloth bag and asked, "The starch is completely dry now. Should we store it?"
Hayoon's eyes lit up. She quickly reached out. "Let me see."
She took it and squeezed it through the bag.
It was indeed fully dried.
"So two big baskets of kudzu roots only produced this small bag of starch. Tsk," Hayoon muttered.
Haeun leaned over curiously. "Sis, how do you eat this? Make porridge?"
Hayoon: "...You're a bit too extravagant. Tomorrow I'll use this to make something tasty, and you'll see."
Minho: "Speaking of which, the tribe is organizing a gathering trip tomorrow."
Hayoon: "Right, someone told me. I just don't know what we're going to collect."
She lifted her slightly longer hair, revealing her full forehead, and asked Minho, "My injury is completely healed now, right?"
Minho's gaze swept over her temple and eyes. He gave a quiet "Mm."
Hayoon: "Great!"
That meant she could finally move freely with the tribe.
She could also start gathering materials for building her house.
The cave was really too damp.
She genuinely felt like she was about to grow mold.
The next day, she got up very early.
This was her first time going out with the tribe since arriving in this world.
She was full of anticipation and excitement.
After breakfast, she checked her tools, then carried two large baskets on her back and headed toward the tribe's inner area.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around.
Minho was walking toward her in clean clothes, moving against the light.
His handsome face had sharp contours, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His pale skin highlighted his well-defined muscles.
"Are you going hunting?" she asked.
"Yes," Minho replied. "Are you also gathering at the altar?"
"Yes."
Hayoon had a delicate appearance and a slim build. With her long black hair and a pair of clear black eyes, she looked like a calm, quiet lake.
Minho said, "It's on the way. I'll carry you there."
Hayoon immediately thought of his enormous, terrifying beast form that had once scared her into fainting, and instinctively refused. "Th, that's not very appropriate…"
"The road is not easy," Minho said.
Then he looked at her deeply and transformed on the spot into a pure white giant snake over fifty meters long.
A shadow fell over her instantly.
Hayoon's mouth slightly opened as she stared up at those crimson eyes.
It felt like all the blood in her body had frozen.
Her fingers tightened around the straps of her basket, not daring to move at all.
Fortunately, the giant snake quickly lay flat on the ground, its massive head the size of a carriage resting against the earth.
It did not stick out its tongue.
It only said calmly, "Get on."
That was an extreme kind of beauty, wild yet almost sacred.
The pure white giant snake stared at Hayoon calmly.
The inhuman scale of its massive body struck her nerves like a shockwave.
Sensing the silent urging, Hayoon's mind went completely blank.
By the time she reacted, she was already sitting on Minho's head.
"Let's go." In beast form, Minho's voice was deeper and heavier, and the vibrations of his body made it sound even louder.
Hayoon still had not fully recovered.
She only instinctively straightened her back while gripping the vines of her basket tightly, sitting very properly and still.