Wilderness Survival with Druid System

"Gila woodpecker?"

Chen Wen looked at the terrified short-eared owl, a question mark appearing over his head.

No, if the Gila woodpecker comes, why should I move?

Shouldn't they be the ones to run?

"Don't be afraid, I told you last time, if we encounter these demons again, I'll personally deal with them!"

Upon hearing this, the short-eared owl's fear diminished somewhat.

After all, Chen Wen's size was reassuring.

At this moment, the short-tailed cat came over and asked, "What's a Gila woodpecker?"

"It's... a bird that's a bit bigger than it, with a tuft of red feathers on its head."

Chen Wen struggled to help the short-tailed cat understand what a Gila woodpecker was.

But he didn't expect the short-tailed cat actually recognized it.

It calmly said, "I can help you deal with them."

The short-tailed cat's diet included Gila woodpecker.

Chen Wen nodded.

If he were to handle it himself, he would need to enter a transformation state, like when he attacked the yellow-winged flicker.

That would have to wait until late at night.

...

Back at the sanctuary.

The sanctuary was safe and sound.

Even if attacked, the large size of the sanctuary couldn't be easily harmed by a Gila woodpecker.

However, Chen Wen noticed a family of wrens hiding in their nearly completed nest, afraid to move.

It seemed the short-eared owl wasn't the only one attacked.

"Where are they?"

Chen Wen asked the short-eared owl.

The short-eared owl flew around the giant pillar once, landing on Chen Wen's shoulder: "Right inside the nest, two Gila woodpeckers!"

The short-tailed cat raised its head, looking at the tall giant pillar: "You need to lure them out for me to take action."

The short-eared owl seemed particularly fearful of the Gila woodpecker.

It hesitated, not daring to spread its wings for a long time.

Finally, it was Chen Wen who stretched out his hand, continuously comforting it, allowing the short-eared owl to flap its wings and fly up to provoke the Gila woodpecker.

Accompanied by bursts of bird calls, the short-eared owl suddenly flew away from the giant pillar.

"Come here!"

Chen Wen waved, and the short-eared owl fluttered over, landing on Chen Wen's shoulder.

Behind it, two woodpeckers with tufts of red feathers on their heads followed closely, flying out.

The Gila woodpecker was extremely arrogant.

Even though Chen Wen had already reached out to shoo them away, these two birds still let out sharp calls, trying to fly over and peck at the short-eared owl with their sharp beaks.

They even wanted to peck at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen was also angry.

Why is this bird so aggressive?

He swung his machete backhanded, but it sliced through the air.

The Gila woodpecker was extremely agile, with a slight flap of its wings, it easily dodged Chen Wen's attack.

Just when they were trying to hover in the air, adjusting their posture to attack again.

The short-tailed cat, who had been crouching next to Chen Wen, ready for hunting, suddenly used its intact front leg to climb up Chen Wen's clothes.

With its two hind legs pushing off the ground for leverage, it leaped onto Chen Wen.

Then, it pushed off Chen Wen again, like a grey net, pouncing directly at the Gila woodpecker.

With this leap, it jumped nearly three meters high!

The Gila woodpecker didn't even expect its predator to be lying in ambush nearby.

In their haste, they tried to escape.

But one Gila woodpecker was slapped by the short-tailed cat's paw, falling straight to the ground.

The short-tailed cat also fell, but it adjusted its angle in the air, landing steadily on its two hind legs.

Not giving the slapped-down Gila woodpecker a chance to react.

The short-tailed cat caught up, crushed the woodpecker's head with a bite.

The sound of cracking bones was clearly audible.

What a bite force!

Chen Wen watched the short-tailed cat, clicking his tongue in wonder.

The other Gila woodpecker sensed something was terribly wrong.

It flapped its wings, hurriedly flying away.

"Well done, you'll get to eat more tonight."

Chen Wen couldn't help but rub the short-tailed cat's neck.

The short-tailed cat squinted its eyes, quite enjoying it.

...

With one Gila woodpecker dead and the other escaped, much of the short-eared owl's psychological shadow dissipated.

It dove into the nest, checking around.

After ensuring everything was fine, it flapped its wings and flew off, starting its evening feast.

After taking a short rest, Chen Wen decided to deal with the bighorn sheep the next day.

He had a simple meal of cactus fruit, beans, and dried coyote meat, then crawled into the sanctuary to rest.

The short-tailed cat didn't hold back either, following Chen Wen into the sanctuary.

With their mother around, the two kittens were excitedly snuggling up under her belly to rest.

...

The next morning.

When Chen Wen woke, the short-tailed cat had already taken its kittens outside.

On the main beam, the short-eared owl seemed to have become familiar with the family of wrens.

It squeezed in with the wren family, watching the short-tailed cat train its cubs to hunt.

The training method was simple, it was just letting the two kittens pounce at each other.

It looked like they were playing.

However, in the kittens' movements and pounces, there were traces of the short-tailed cat's hunting style.

"Good morning."

Chen Wen said, greeting the audience watching later, the monitors in front of the screen, and the three animals relying on his shelter for survival.

One sentence for three purposes, Chen Wen felt he had the potential to be a playboy.

Seeing Chen Wen come out, the short-eared owl said good night and quickly flew into the nest.

The wrens chirped noisily, who knows what they meant.

As for the short-tailed cat, it gave Chen Wen a glance and calmly said, "I'm hungry."

"Hungry? Hehehe, today we'll eat meat! Big chunks!"

Chen Wen waved his hand grandiosely, looking at yesterday's hunt: one adult male bighorn sheep, a desert cottontail rabbit, and a roadrunner.

The three animals lined up in a row looked quite impressive!

The short-tailed cat had never seen such a scene, it almost drooled.

Chen Wen said, "Plans can never keep up with changes. I originally planned to explore the area during this time, but I ended up with so much meat."

"Today's plan is simple, find a place to process these animals, turn them into jerky, and make a storage rack to store the dried meat."

"As for these innards, little cats, do you want them?"

The short-tailed cat meowed frantically.

Why wouldn't it eat them?

As an opportunist.

It eats anything that's meat!

...

They brought the three animals to a place outside the sanctuary, not too far.

Although Chen Wen wasn't worried about something smelling the blood and coming, he was concerned about the smell in his sanctuary becoming unpleasant.

Speaking of smell, Chen Wen also told the short-tailed cat.

To do its business outside the camp, including the two kittens.

Last night, one of the kittens left a pile of C4 in the sanctuary, waking Chen Wen right up with its odor.

The short-tailed cat found this quite puzzling.

The smell on Chen Wen wasn't much better than feces, why would he care about these things?

Strange human.

...

Processing the animals, Chen Wen wasn't exactly like a butcher slicing up an ox, but he was quite adept.

When he was on the desert island, he had learned from Chef Du Feng.

Du Feng was, after all, the apprentice of a famous hotel's head chef, having worked his way up from cutting and preparations.

And since he was from the south, he had processed all sorts of strange animals.

There was no faulting his technique.

On the desert island, during processing of pigs, sheep, chickens, and crocodiles, Chen Wen always helped.

Du Feng's techniques were secretly learned by Chen Wen.

Now, holding a knife, Chen Wen started with the bighorn sheep.

He cut into it from the wound, opening up its belly along the way.

After a night of rest, the bighorn sheep's blood had either flowed out or coagulated, making the processing quite smooth.

Soon, Chen Wen had removed the innards.

He kept the heart for himself, as it was easy to handle and tasty.

The rest was given to the short-tailed cat, who was gulping at the sight.

The short-tailed cat didn't hold back, dragging away the intestines with its two kittens to feast on.

After processing the innards, Chen Wen then carefully skinned the sheep.

He planned to clean the hide and make it into a bed for the short-tailed cat.