Qiao Xixi was unaware of what the tribe shaman thought of her.
After eating her fill, she continued arranging the stone house with Jin Ling and the cubs.
Qiao Xixi mentioned wanting to build wooden beds, so Jin Ling went and chopped down a number of trees.
"If we flatten these logs, lay a layer of wooden planks on top, then I'll go gather some grass to dry and use as padding underneath, and finally cover it all with animal hides, we'll have a bed."
Now that they had a relatively stable place to live, Qiao Xixi hoped to improve their living conditions.
Besides, the cold days were approaching, and sleeping on a bed would definitely be warmer than sleeping directly on the ground.
Jin Ling extended his sharp claws, cut the logs according to Qiao Xixi's instructions, and set them aside to dry.
"Xixi, do you think this is enough wood?"
Qiao Xixi glanced at the tall stack of wooden planks and nodded.
