After eating, Owen began processing the dwarf deer they had hunted.
First, he peeled off the deer skin; in no time, a complete animal skin appeared in his hands.
Rowan looked at his skillful appearance, recalling his own struggle when peeling the red deer skin in the cave before, and couldn't help but admire him.
"How can you do it so fast?" Rowan touched the dwarf deer skin in his hand; there wasn't a single tear.
"Once you find the technique, it's fast." Owen's movements didn't stop, continuing to peel the skin of the next dwarf deer.
Rowan saw it was late and told Owen to rest after finishing that dwarf deer skin; work could never be finished, and he wasn't in a hurry to wear it in a day or two.
Owen had to stop and spread the stone bed for Rowan.
Rowan walked over, intending to lie down early, but felt a force pulling at the hem of his clothes. He looked down at Owen's hand, which was holding on tight and not letting go: "Is something wrong?"
