Woof, woof, woof!
An hour later, Bru and the others heard a dense chorus of barking coming from ahead.
"We found it."
Bru's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly signaled for everyone to pick up the pace.
The wealthy men, who had already been somewhat tired, couldn't help but feel invigorated when they heard this. They quickened their steps.
A few minutes later, everyone arrived before a small hill.
The hunting dogs surrounded a mound of earth. A deep, bottomless-looking hole gaped in the mound. Obviously, the prey they were looking for was living inside.
Brown bears were naturally active around dawn and dusk, while hiding in their dens to rest during the day.
"Bru, this is the bear's den?"
Aston held up his hunting rifle and aimed at the entrance, his expression growing increasingly excited.
"That's right. Everyone, step back a little."
Bru had everyone spread out slightly, then gestured to his men.
Several hunters understood at once. They stepped forward, patted the hunting dogs on the heads, and blew their whistles. "Good boys, go, go, go! Drive the stupid thing sleeping inside out."
Although sending the hunting dogs into the den to face the brown bear would certainly result in many casualties, as long as it made these rich men happy, their bonuses would be incredibly generous.
Dead hunting dogs could always be bought again, but opportunities to make money were few and far between.
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!
Under the hunters' urging, the hunting dogs instead grew extremely agitated and uneasy.
Some even tucked their tails between their legs. No matter how the hunters tugged at their necks, they refused to enter the pitch-black cave.
"What's going on?"
Bru frowned. In the past, even when facing a male brown bear, the hunting dogs he had trained