As the idea surfaced, his eyes lit up; the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
The only problem was how to haul all that mud back from the riverbank. It was a full half-hour trip from his shelter to the river.
If he used his backpack, it would be pretty much ruined by the time the heated bed was finished.
Without his backpack, he'd have to weave a grass basket... 'Wait, could tree bark work too?'
His gaze snapped to the simple spoon he had made earlier.
Spruce bark was too rough and unsuitable, but birch bark was very smooth.
'Should I wait five days and ask Andre for help?'
He hesitated for a moment before dismissing the idea.
The quality of one's shelter directly impacted their survival time. The heated bed was a game-changer for winter, a true secret weapon. If he just let someone else learn how to build it, wouldn't he be creating a formidable competitor for no reason?
