In winter, most of the prey stays hidden in their dens, and usually, it's fortunate enough if one doesn't return empty-handed. Never mind days like today where the entire cart is full.
Of course.
This also has a lot to do with the abundance in Silver Pine Forest.
If it were in Twilight Forest, not only is there less prey, but each one is so cunning they're like Ratmen, often requiring a long battle of wits before catching them.
The man with the scruffy beard laughed and said.
"Hunting doesn't need so many people; the lumberyard over there needs manpower even more... It's hard to imagine how they've managed to stockpile so much wood."
"Maybe there's some kind of demon that eats that stuff? Since it's an arrangement by Lord Demon King, I assume he must have his reasons," the hunter said, glancing at Shepp, who was burying his head in his bowl of porridge. He grinned and continued, "Speaking of which, what about you, Shepp? How's everything going at the ranch?"
