Bell picked up the muskellunge he had caught and estimated its weight to be about ten kilograms.
Even after removing the internal organs, the remaining meat should be enough for two people to have their fill.
With Ped and the man's gains, the three of them could have a hearty meal tonight.
"Wuwu…"
Just as Bell was thinking, he suddenly felt something touching his feet and saw Reserve Food looking at him pitifully.
A black line appeared on Bell's forehead.
Bell immediately understood what the little guy meant.
He had forgotten about this little thing.
Reserve Food was looking at the muskellunge in his hand with shining eyes.
Arctic foxes ate meat as well.
Eating berries and tree roots was just to fill their stomachs, and it could not increase their subcutaneous fat
which was needed to withstand the cold.
Seeing the little guy's pitiful expression, Bell could only cut off most of the fish tail with the dagger and give it to it.
