Early the next morning, Misha took the little black bear and Reya to the Beast World Forest.
Bo Ya and Carl accompanied them; Reya had been hunting with them recently.
“Misha, it’s too dangerous for a little female like you to come to the forest.
If you want something, just tell Reya,” Carl said with some concern, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings along the way.
Misha smiled.
“I don’t even know if the forest has what I’m looking for, so I have to come and see for myself.”
“Alright then.
If we run into danger, remember to hide behind us immediately.”
Carl had heard before that Misha had helped Reya hunt, but he hadn’t taken it seriously, thinking it was just a joke among the tribesmen.
“Okay, I’ll be careful,” Misha replied without explaining further.
Before long, Bo Ya and Carl spotted an adult wild stag.
The stag wasn’t very aggressive, so the two volunteered to chase it down, leaving Reya behind to look after Misha.
Misha didn’t sit idle either.
She began using her system’s scanning function to search for iron ore.
The system could only provide a general area, so she had to find the exact locations herself.
After using her six remaining scans, she managed to find quite a bit of iron ore.
She and Reya began hauling the rocks back home.
Fortunately, the spot where they found the stones wasn’t too far from the Dog Clan Tribe.
Once all the iron ore was transported back to the tribe, Misha used a primitive iron-forging technique to extract the iron.
She then shaped this limited amount of metal into a hair-perming tool similar to a modern curling iron.
Although it looked a bit strange, the effect would be the same.
The first person Misha notified upon finishing the curling iron was Lisi.
As soon as Lisi arrived at the wooden cabin, she saw Misha lighting a campfire outside.
Confused, she asked, “Misha, what are you doing?
Are you roasting meat?”
“You’ll see in a bit,” Misha blinked, her eyes curving into a sweet smile.
She placed the “Beast World edition” curling iron into the fire to heat up.
To prevent burns, she had fitted a piece of wood over the end of the handle and wrapped it in animal hide.
Three minutes later.
Misha sat Lisi down on a small wooden stump in front of her and said softly, “Didn’t you say you liked my curly hair?
I’m going to perm yours today so you won’t have to be envious anymore.”
Lisi was overjoyed.
“Misha, are you serious?”
“Of course.
But you can’t move around while I’m perming it, or you’ll end up with blisters all over your head.”
Lisi, who had been dreaming of having curly hair, naturally agreed without hesitation, promising not to budge.
Lisi had beautiful, light green, shoulder-length hair.
This light green hair color was also proof of her excellent fertility, which was why she was able to give birth to triplets—all of whom were female cubs.
Once her hair was detangled, Misha picked up a strand of light green hair and gently wrapped it around the preheated curling iron.
After waiting for about two or three minutes, she released the iron, revealing a wavy strand of green hair.
“It really became curly!” Lisi tilted her head to look at the curl hanging by her temple, her heart filled with excitement.
“Alright, don’t move.
This is going to take a long time.”
Lisi’s hair was very thick.
By the time the perm was completely finished, the sky had already grown dim, and males were gradually returning from the forest.
Lisi admired her reflection in the water vat, wishing she could show off her new hairstyle to the entire Dog Clan.
“Misha, will you come with me to pick up Reya?”
Misha curled her lips into a secret smile.
“You just want to show off, yet you say it’s to keep me company.”
Lisi’s cheeks flushed slightly.
She grabbed Misha’s arm and shook it playfully.
“Please?
Just let me accompany you.
You’re the best.”
Unable to resist Lisi’s coaxing, Misha agreed.
Not only that, she even braided Lisi’s hair into a beautiful elven style, making her look absolutely ethereal.
Leaving Carl to watch the house and the cubs, the two little females held hands and headed to the entrance of the Dog Clan Tribe.
There were quite a few other little females at the tribe’s entrance, waiting to welcome their male partners after a hard day of hunting.
“Katie, are you here to pick up your partner too?” Lisi warmly greeted the females she knew along the way.
As she spoke, she conspicuously tossed her curls.
It didn’t take long for the other females to be captivated by her new hairstyle.
Katie, who had waist-length yellow hair, looked at her in amazement.
“Lisi, how did your hair get curly too?
It actually looks pretty good.”
Pleased by the compliment, Lisi beamed and said loudly, “Misha permed it for me!
If you think it looks good, you can ask her to perm yours too.”
Lisi spared no effort in promoting Misha.
Hearing this, Misha thought, “Gee, thanks a lot.”
However, she did have this intention all along.
If she wanted to win over people’s hearts for Reya, she needed to start with these little females.
Pillow talk had always been a powerful weapon.
“Really?
Misha, could you perm my hair like this too?” Katie’s eyes were full of hope.
Misha smiled gently.
“Of course.” Seeing this, the other females also clamored for Misha to perm their hair.
Looking at the crowd of little females surrounding Misha, Lisi realized belatedly that she might have caused trouble.
It wasn’t until Misha had managed to coax all the females away that Lisi timidly sidled up to her.
“Misha, did I cause trouble for you?”
Misha raised her hand and lightly flicked Lisi’s forehead, curling her lips.
“You’re only realizing that now?”
Lisi rubbed her forehead and stuck out her tongue.
“It’s fine.
I’ll come and help you when the time comes.”
“Misha,” Reya’s clear voice called out from behind.
Misha and Lisi turned around and saw Reya walking toward them, carrying a wild wolf over his shoulder.
“Lisi, what are you doing here?” A tall, muscular, dark-skinned male jogged over quickly, carrying two wild wolves.
Lisi reached up and patted the dark-skinned male’s head.
“I came to pick you up, of course!
Are you happy, Bama?”
The male named Bama nodded solemnly, his expression serious.
“Happy.”
This was Misha’s first time seeing Lisi’s other male partner.
She originally thought that Reya’s height of 1.89 meters was already considered quite tall within the Dog Clan.
She hadn’t expected this Bama to be over two meters tall; standing right in front of them, he looked like a small mountain.
Misha thought, “Um…”
“Misha, this is my partner, Bama.
He’s a male from the Elephant Clan,” Lisi volunteered the introduction.
“The Elephant Clan, huh.” Misha thought, “That makes sense.
If the Elephant Clan males stand at two meters, just how tall would the males of the Giraffe Clan be?”
“Did you guys stumble into a wolf den?” Misha noticed that quite a few males around them were carrying at least one wild wolf.
Bama smiled genuinely and scratched his head.
“This is all thanks to Reya.
If it weren’t for his cleverness, we wouldn’t have caught so many wolves.”
“No matter how clever he is, he still needed your help.
Everyone supports each other.”
Reya pursed his lips and didn’t say anything, but he thoroughly agreed with Misha’s words.
In the past, he had felt that hunting alone was carefree and easy.
But now, having friends to travel alongside in the dangerous forest was quite nice.
They would worry about him and care for him—it felt pretty good.