Lin Huahua sat on the thick fur beside her mother, still feeling a little proud after sending Feng Yiren away to fetch the herbs and spices, and because the fox's red tail had looked so offended when he left, she could not stop the tiny smile that kept trying to crawl onto her lips.
The fire in front of them burned with a steady orange glow, and the scent of plain roasted meat still floated heavily around the open cooking space.
Her mother's side of the tribe looked much bigger and warmer than her own cave house.
Smooth flat stones had been placed around the fire for sitting, thick animal hides covered the ground, baskets of roots and dried fruits were stacked near the wall, and several clay pots stood beside a low stone shelf.
