Thinking of everyone's expectant gazes, Eric felt a little distressed.
"Raise white rabbits?" Max frowned: "Their meat is tough and not as tasty as gray rabbits. If you want to eat, I'll go catch some gray rabbits for you."
Eric didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not just for eating. Raising them is like farming; it's for the long-term development of the tribe. Besides, rabbits breed a lot. Don't be fooled by their small size; one litter is at least a dozen.
Under conditions with no natural predators, if we feed them well and all the kits survive, the tribe's meat source will gradually no longer have to depend entirely on hunting."
The reason the Snow Wolves easily lacked food in winter was that their method of finding food was too simple. Relying on force alone was not enough. Not to mention, every one of them was a bottomless pit.
Luckily, there were countless magical beasts here, and every one of them was huge, but life was still not easy when winter came.
