Now, these dozen rabbits' tails had become the only source of food for number six; not willing to eat them, he cleaned them and then threw them into the pot to make a soup, surviving on the sparse grease dots and not-so-plentiful grass roots until the sixtieth day.
On the sixtieth day of the challenge, Lin Yang came out of the shelter early as dawn just began to break.
Thinking of leaving this godforsaken place and returning to the warm comfort of civilized society, he couldn't sleep at all after getting up to add wood to the fire in the middle of the night.
He dragged out the stockpile of smoked fish and bear meat from the storage cellar, cut off a large piece of raw Wolf Weasel meat for Little White to gorge on, and then sorted through all the equipment and supplies he had brought with him.
Out of sight, out of mind, Lin Yang didn't realize just how much he had accumulated over the past two months.
