The warmth and cleanliness were somewhat better than in the cave.
All the primitives craned their necks to look.
Before long, a primitive child came in, wanting to sleep in this thatched hut.
His whole body reeked of a rich sour stench, like livestock.
He was probably only three or four years old.
Ma Lin was sleeping on the far side, so he made a space for the child to sleep on his felt, while Ma Lin himself slept on the dry grass.
In the first few minutes, he was choked by the child's smell, but later he got used to it and quickly fell asleep.
At daybreak, the seven of them, with bows and arrows and spears in hand, went out with the local hunting party.
The Belt Tribe had bows and arrows, but they were like toys, good only for shooting birds, very inaccurate.
Ma Lin let the Clan Leader of the Belt Tribe use his bow and arrow for a while.
The Clan Leader, called 'Kicker,' was short, stout, and stern.
