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“I just happen to know a few things–it’s not as miraculous as you make it out to be,” I said, trying to brush off Kaelan’s words.
But Kaelan was convinced. In his eyes, I was exactly the person the beast god had
foretold–the one who would bring miracles to the White Tiger Tribe.
“It has to be you,” he said, his golden eyes burning with a mix of admiration and devotion.
At that moment, he didn’t just look at me like a mate. He looked at me like a follower
gazing at their deity.
For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But seeing his unwavering belief, I
decided not to deny it further.
If Kaelan’s blind faith in me made my plans easier, why not use it?
The beastmen weren’t exactly known for being forward thinkers, but with Kaelan’s
endorsement, they would follow my instructions without question.
Though it was the height of summer, with food in abundance, I knew winter wouldn’t be so forgiving. When the cold arrived, plants would wither, fruits would disappear, and hunting would become increasingly difficult. Without proper preparation, the tribe would struggle to survive.
In my past life, many beastmen suffered during the winter. Forced to live on a diet of nothing but meat, they often developed severe constipation. Some of the older beastment even died from digestive issues, their bodies too weak to handle the strain,
This time, I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I started by gathering the other females in the tribe. Together, we went into the forest to harvest and dry vegetables that could be preserved for the winter. I taught them how to make dried greens and pickled vegetables–simple techniques that were groundbreaking
for the tribe.
The beastmen were thrilled. For them, avoiding the dreaded “winter constipation” was a
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lifesaver. They worked tirelessly, eager to prepare enough preserved food to last the
season.
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Next, I advised Kaelan and the hunters to capture young animals during their hunts. Instead of killing them immediately, we could raise them near the village. This way, when winter came, we’d have a steady supply of fresh meat and milk for the newborns.
I also suggested clearing land near the village to grow vegetables, so we wouldn’t have to forage for wild greens every time we needed food.
These ideas might seem like common sense to a modern person, but to the beastmen, they were revolutionary.
I didn’t stop there.
Kaelan’s medicinal salve was stored in crude clay jars made from sun–dried mud. Most of the tribe’s containers were either carved from stone or cobbled together from wood. The beastmen’s raw strength made this possible, but it was still an inefficient process.
I suggested something new: pottery.
Kaelan was intrigued by the idea and took it upon himself to experiment. After several failed attempts, he finally managed to fire clay into durable, watertight vessels.
The new pottery made preserving food even easier. Pickled vegetables could now be stored in sealed jars, keeping them fresh for longer.
Kaelan also used the pottery to make extra batches of his medicinal salve. With several jars prepared in advance, he wouldn’t have to risk venturing out in the dead of winter to gather ingredients.
As the months passed, my efforts didn’t go unnoticed. My reputation within the tribe grew, and more beastmen began to respect me–not just as Kaelan’s mate, but as someone who brought real value to their lives.
