Although these huts built on the vast grassland were not shaped like tents, as Hao Ren had imagined, they still bore the characteristics of a nomadic people. Their frames were made of tough wooden strips, forming roughly cylindrical structures. The spaces between the strips were filled with supple reed mats and woven materials whose original texture could no longer be discerned. Their roofs were covered with thick woven grass and weighed down with heavy stones, while the bases of the walls were reinforced with round blocks of some kind of fired, hardened clay. Overall, the huts looked crude yet sturdy. Each cylindrical hut was less than ten meters in diameter, and they all looked more or less alike. A dozen or so were scattered throughout an area enclosed by a fence, forming what could be considered a primitive "village."
Eager to find out what human civilization in the Dream Plane was like, Hao Ren did not carefully inspect what lay in the open space of the village. Instead, he went straight to the nearest hut and pushed open its door. With a series of cracking sounds, the door woven from vines and tough grass... was pulled right off its hinges by him.
"This doesn't look like they left recently..." Hao Ren stared in astonishment at the rotten doorframe. The door had been attached to the frame with ropes serving as hinges, but those once-sturdy ropes had long since rotted away. They had snapped at the slightest push. It seemed that the Wolf pack's sense of time was indeed rather imprecise. Who knew how long ago the herders here had actually left?
"I hope this house doesn't suddenly collapse." Hao Ren muttered as he cautiously ducked into the herders' hut. The Data Terminal floated beside him, emitting a steady, faint glow