Whether the tiger wanted cattle and sheep to eat or wanted revenge, it had prowled nearby throughout autumn and into the first snows of winter. But Harimu and Jade Mountain River, along with their families' dogs, had been so watchful that it had not managed to eat a single sheep all that time.
Today was the exception. Snow had covered the grass on the Summer Pasture, making it hard for the cattle and sheep to graze, so Harimu had gone to discuss moving camp with Jade Mountain River. On his way back, he heard the dogs barking. Knowing something was wrong, he hurried over. The Northern Xinjiang Tiger was not as big as a Northeast Tiger, and it was dragging a sheep toward the mountains. Harimu's wife shouted from beside the yurt, but did not dare chase it far.
Harimu fired from a distance, only to find that the tiger still refused to abandon the sheep it had killed and kept dragging it toward the mountains. Its movements seemed awkward. Guessing that it must be injured, he immediately thought of killing it.
Once he chased it into the mountain ravine, he could no longer ride. Harimu dismounted and pursued it into the ravine, gripping his rifle tightly. The tiger was terrified by the gunshots, most likely because Jade Mountain River had shot it before.
Bang! Seeing the tiger trying to drag the sheep into a patch of stone pillars, Harimu hastily raised his rifle and fired. The bullet struck a rock less than five meters from the tiger. Flying stone chips startled it so badly that it even dropped the sheep from its jaws, darted among the rocks, and continued deeper into the mountains.
Harimu hurriedly fired another shot into the rocks, but unfortunately, he could no longer see the