"Got it, Zhuang Ge." The others quickly stepped forward and swiftly butchered the Silver Moon Wolf, which stood a full ten feet tall.
Then, each carrying a portion of its flesh, they headed toward the village in the distant ravine.
On the way, the burly leader handed two wolf fangs pulled from the Silver Moon Wolf's mouth to a child who looked only six or seven years old.
He said fondly, "Little Point, our hunt was only this easy because you helped today. Take these two fangs home and play with them."
"Uncle Dazhuang, keep the fangs and use them to make wolf-fang arrows. Can you take me hunting again tomorrow?" Little Point had rosy lips and pearly teeth, and his delicate, doll-like appearance gave no hint of the ferocity he had shown earlier.
"What's this, Little Point? Have you taken a fancy to the she-wolf that escaped during the day?" the burly man asked with a chuckle.
"I haven't! I just wanted to help everyone hunt," Little Point hurriedly denied.
"Haha, Boss, you might not know this, but Little Point didn't take a fancy to that she-wolf. He's got his eye on her milk," a young man beside them said.
"Uncle Ergou, what are you saying?" Little Point flushed and protested indignantly.
"Little Point, just admit it. You've come hunting with us so many times. How could we not understand your little thoughts?" Uncle Ergou said, whistling.
The group was filled with laughter and merriment before finally disappearing into the village in the valley.
Yet behind them, in the dark Great Wilderness, a scene of the law of the jungle was unfolding.
Just after they returned to the village surrounded by a ring of towering willow trees, two figures suddenly appeared in the night sky.
They were Little Shi