After hanging up the phone, Feng Shan's gaze fell upon the paper covered in writing.
Animal husbandry.
As the camp's operations expanded and more people came and went, relying solely on hunting for meat was definitely not a sustainable option.
Kivalina was a prime example. Unrestricted fishing had led to a dwindling fish population in their waters. If he hadn't used Witchcraft, those Inuit wouldn't have had any whitefish to eat this year.
The camp's situation was the same.
If they hunted endlessly, the Crown Territory would one day end up just like Kivalina.
Right now, the camp's Tundra was expanding every second under the care of the tribe's Fire Seed, and it had almost reached the airport.
It would be a waste to just let such a large patch of moss sit there unused.
Using it for animal husbandry should be fine.
They could raise animals like chickens, sheep, cattle, and even the three main meat providers of the Far North Tundra: reindeer, moose, and muskoxen.
It was doable.
