Li Long ignored the wild boars scattering all over the mountain. He sprang up, ran over to Harimu, and looked in the direction his gun was pointing.
"A wolf. A lone wolf. It's probably got its eye on us." Harimu turned to glance at Li Long. "Shall we go take a look?"
"Let's go!" Li Long remembered the wolf from a few days earlier and wondered if it was the same one.
Having something like that watching them was certainly unsettling. There was no telling when it might ambush them.
The two walked into the woods with their guns. A little over thirty meters in, they found the wolf's paw prints in the snow, along with a little blood.
"You wounded it." Li Long bent down and brushed his hand over the few drops of blood on the snow. They had already frozen.
"Probably not badly." Harimu looked in the direction the wolf had fled. "Forget it. We won't catch it. Shame about those wild boars."
"It's fine. One's enough." Li Long pointed up the slope. "Any more would be hard to get back."
"Come on, let's dress it." Harimu looked into the woods again. Seeing how far the paw prints went between bloodstains, he knew the wolf was only lightly wounded.
Li Long, meanwhile, was silently marveling at Harimu's marksmanship-it wasn't even light yet, and he had hit a wolf in the woods by sound alone. Incredible!
Even as it was dying, the wild boar was still struggling to push its way uphill, but its blood had pooled all over the ground, and it had no strength left.
Li Long went over, slung his gun securely on his back, and used his knife to bleed it before opening its belly.
A rank stench burst out of its belly and