There is a world somewhere between reality and fiction. Although ignored by many, it is very real and so are those living in it. This forum is about the natural world. Here, wild animals will be heard and respected. The forum offers a glimpse into an unknown world as well as a room with a view on the present and the future. Anyone able to speak on behalf of those living in the emerald forest and the deep blue sea is invited to join.
Flashing back to my current situation, I stared at One-Tooth as he walked away from me with the rest of his strike behind him. They were done feeding on the whale carcass. I now had a chance to feed after twelve hours.
Meat preservation and and the acquiring of it were both life-saving skills in the Arctic. Normally, to preserve it, one would grab desired parts of the dead animal, shove the meaty parts into the water for salt absorption, and then stick it within a mound of ice or snow for a more tasty meal in a long time. However, this process usually took around a full day, and I couldn't take any chances with a migrating polar bear or saber-tooth; this applies most to nomads such as myself.
Usually, I took, and still take, a large chunk of fat and a good, hearty kilogram of pure red meat of the animal that I have either killed or scavenged upon. The fat ensures that starvation keeps off for longer periods. Living here makes one copy a polar bear's ways of life. Yet the tools to extract the flesh weren't with me, and, stated earlier, I simply appeared in the Arctic out of thin air with no preparations save for protective clothing. For the past three months, I simply used my teeth as meat-cutting tools, and as a result, they grew much stronger in composition.
Arctic meals aren't exactly for the sane or rich; even the meals of the poor do not compare to fatty, raw meat with tooth-aching coldness. Not to mention the periods of time between feasting. In some instances, I've lived two days without the slightest hydration or nutrition, yet polar bears have skills and physical adaptations to hunt limitless prey. True that there were countless amounts of prey in the Pleistocene Arctic, yet even a human can barely manage. A starving polar bear of the twenty-first century would equalize me in the same habitat, regarding hunger.
