Feng Mountain wasn't idle, either.
He had to process the moose while its body was still warm. Otherwise, it would be much more difficult to handle once it grew completely cold.
So, he picked up his Hunting Knife again, cut open the moose's abdomen, and pulled out the organs one by one, placing them on the snow beside him.
He didn't plan on taking the moose's organs back to camp this time. He would leave them in the forest as a meal for the other animals struggling to find food in this frozen wasteland. After all, nature is a cyclical food chain.
But first, he had to let the two White Wolves eat their fill. They had put in a lot of effort today and deserved a reward.
After removing the organs, the moose carcass still weighed over 600 pounds.
Getting it back to the temporary camp would also be a chore.
Feng Mountain stood up and surveyed his surroundings. His gaze quickly landed on a patch of Arctic Willows.
