Ji Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing from the memories of this body how precious fire seeds were—for this reason, the tribe generally ate raw meat.
Only during the tribe’s worship of the Beast God would the shaman bring out the fire seed for a rare feast of roasted meat, which would then carefully be returned to the cave.
The main issue was that the orcs wouldn’t conserve it; they’d either extinguish the fire seed or accidentally burn their beast skins.
Out of fear that a fire seed in the cave might harm the females, the orcs stopped demanding it. Keeping a fire seed became a skilled task, entrusted to a specific grandma.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, only the female cubs had the honor of eating roasted meat when they were ill; the younglings of the orcs were left to roam!
Lying on the beast skin, Ji Nuan constantly exercised her stiff limbs until the shaman returned with a large tree leaf. With great effort, she could finally sit up; it was truly difficult.
After devouring the chunks of the dark roasted meat the shaman handed her, Ji Nuan finally felt strength returning to her body.
Lifting her thin face, she smiled and said, "Shaman, thank you for your treatment. I feel much better now. I want to go back to the Cub Cave to pack my things, then move to my parents’ cave."
She still had some beast skins in the Cub Cave, given to her by the tribe over the years. She could take these with her when she left.
Looking at her clear eyes, the shaman sighed and patted her hair, "When you had a fever, I sent Bai to the Cub Cave to pack your things. They’re in the nearby cave where I keep the herbal medicine. I’ll have Bai take you home."
From now on, Shan Zaizai would only be able to rely on herself.
Since she was not fully developed in her mother’s womb, Shan Zaizai was, at most, a half orc.
Without the ability to bear cubs, no males pursued her, so she would have to live by herself in the future.
After all, no orc would want to mate with a female who couldn’t conceive cubs.
Ji Nuan bid farewell to the kindly shaman and followed the shaman’s eldest cub, Uncle Bai, towards her new home.
Uncle Bai was a serious orc. He didn’t say a word along the way and left as soon as he put down the things in his hands at the cave.
Ji Nuan looked around her future home. She had to admit, this cave was quite nice.
Entering through a cave entrance about as tall as an orc, this cave was roughly 50 square meters, scrupulously clean and empty.
Through a door on the left, it connected to a smaller cave, half the size of the outer cave. Near the back of the cave was a two-meter-wide stone table, which must have been intentionally left when the cave was dug.
The orcs here usually just spread beast skins on the ground to sleep. At least in her memory, no orc had a bed.
Although she didn’t know why this body’s parents left such a stone table, it’s just perfect for her to use as a bed.
After laying down the beast skins brought over, she had a comfortable big bed. Back on Earth, her bed was only one meter wide.
She had to be careful not to roll off when turning over in sleep, but now she had such a large bed to sprawl on. How incredibly fortunate!
Leaving the small cave, Ji Nuan went through another door on the right to another adjoining cave.
Entering it gave her quite a shock; this cave was really big, with a size of about 200 square meters. It must have been where her parents used to store food.
The tribe practiced semi-communistic rules. Every day, hunting teams took turns going out to hunt. The game they caught was distributed to the tribesmen based on contribution. What was caught outside of public hunting times belonged to the individual. Of course, the females owned their kills.
In other words, Ji Nuan, a disabled female cub who didn’t need to join the collective hunt, was allowed to keep all her food without handing any over. She could store it in this large cave to eat during the winter.
Of course, the premise was that she could obtain food.