He then dismantled all the fences, pushing them over to cover what had been the trenches. This way, once the snow melted, the wood and branches would naturally conceal the deep pits in the ground.
In time, with the combination of rainfall, accumulating leaf litter, and the burrowing of lemmings, these pits would slowly vanish, reclaimed by nature. They might even become new homes for some burrowing animals.
"Wait."
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something. He cut a piece of brisket, about five kilograms, from his food pile and placed it on the snow beside the collapsed fence.
"Let's go."
The helicopter could take some of his stored food, and the rest would have to be transported back by vehicle. The staff would handle the moving; he didn't need to worry about it.
The rotor blades spun to life. As the helicopter slowly lifted into the air, a powerful gust of wind blasted outwards, becoming the final straw that brought the shelter down.
