The beastman who had just returned to the tribe saw his tribesmen's sheltered expressions and couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority. He lifted his chin and said, "That's right. We hunted this prey on the second day after arriving at the Snow Tiger Tribe.
The Snow Tiger Tribe females then made it into cured meat, and it hasn't spoiled at all, even to this day."
As he spoke, he even picked up a plump hind leg and sniffed it.
The Flying Eagle Witch looked at the Beastman Warrior. "Do you know the Snow Tiger Tribe females' method for making prey into cured meat?"
He looked at his tribe's Beastman Warrior with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
The Flying Eagle Beastman Warrior's small sense of superiority crumbled instantly. He rubbed his nose sheepishly. "That's a secret of the Snow Tiger Tribe. We handed the processed prey over to the females in charge of curing it, and they took it into a special stone house. We weren't allowed to see."
