After the two left, Eric happily hugged the newly finished comforter, rolling around on the bed. The soft, warm, and light feeling enveloped his whole body, many times more comfortable than the wild fowl feather quilt.
He thought to himself that this magical beast down was truly top-grade; it was just a pity it was too rare. This time, it was truly lucky to encounter a Jin bird that didn't flee because it was worried about its eggs. Normally, with such a giant flying magical beast, the Snow Wolf tribe had no way of catching it.
If he wanted more down, relying on hunting flying magical beasts was too far-fetched. Eric thought it was still more reliable to catch wild fowl and wild ducks.
But hunting by himself was quite strenuous, especially with those cunning wild ducks.
Suddenly, he remembered the simple traps the villagers in his past life used. After becoming a beastman, he had gotten used to hunting with strength and had almost forgotten this clever method.
