After making a round in the trapping area, Lin Yang secured two rabbits and a squirrel, securing food for yet another day.
At night, the temperature dropped below zero, freezing the two prey solid. He brought them back and tossed them into a shady spot.
The shelter, the shelter, thinking of last night's risks, the word 'shelter' filled Lin Yang's mind, taking absolute priority.
Back home, with housing guaranteed, food to eat, and clothes to ward off the cold,
even if life wasn't going well, or conditions were a bit harsh, the vast majority of ordinary people in most areas wouldn't feel intense survival pressure, at least not worrying about being attacked by wild animals while sleeping at night.
But in the wilderness, these issues ascended to the top of his list of problems. Just thinking about large animals prowling at night made Lin Yang feel a chill.
Upon returning to camp, he immediately grabbed a shovel.
