Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Fire

She stared at the stone table used to hold meat and food, it was covered in greasy stains and dried blood. She wrinkled her nose. "Disgusting."

This was going to take water. Lots of it.

She searched the cave until she found the heavy stone bowl the original owner had used to store water. Normally, someone else had to bring it for her, but Su Qinglan wasn’t about to act like a tyrant and wait around.

"I can do it myself," she said firmly, grabbing a small hide along with the bowl.

The river was about ten minutes away, but she didn’t mind the walk. She made several trips, washing the dirty hide thoroughly in the river, then hauling back bowls of water to scrub the bed and wipe the stone tables clean. Back and forth, back and forth, until her arms trembled from the weight and her back was slick with sweat.

By the time she finished, she was panting. The heat of the day pressed down on her, and sweat dripped from her temples. She groaned.

"I need another bath..."

So she trudged right back to the river, dunked herself in, and let the cool water wash away the grime and exhaustion clinging to her. The temperature wasn’t cold at all—it was pleasantly warm, and for a moment, she simply floated, enjoying the rare sense of peace.

When she finally returned to her cave, damp but refreshed, she let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

All her hard work was worth it. The air inside was no longer foul. The stink of rot was gone, replaced by clean, fresh air. Even she felt lighter, standing in a space that finally looked livable.

No one in the tribe noticed all her movements, but that was only because her cave was at the very end, close to the river. In fact, now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen a single beast man at the river all day.

"Strange... Don’t they need to bathe? Or wash? Or fetch water?" she muttered, frowning. "Or is it because it’s night? Hmph, whatever."

She shook her head, brushing the thought aside as her gaze landed on the massive piece of meat waiting in the corner.

It would spoil quickly in this warm weather if she didn’t do something with it. She had already washed it in the river, but now came the real problem...cooking.

She looked around her empty cave.

Not a single pot or pan. Not even a cooking stone. Nothing.

She frowned deeper, digging into her inherited memories.

And then froze.

The original owner... had always eaten raw, bloody meat.

"...What the hell?"

Her stomach churned, and she shuddered so hard goosebumps prickled up her arms.

Yuck.

Sure, she had survived the apocalypse and eaten things that weren’t exactly gourmet. But even then, she hadn’t fallen so low as to gnaw on raw flesh like some starving beast.

Her eyes landed on the thick slab of meat, and she grimaced again, lips curling in disgust.

"Ugh... there’s no way I’m eating that raw."

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