Eight dogs ran off, and only five were encountered by Bi Fang...
The situation with the other two...
"The likelihood of their survival is slim," Bi Fang sighed. As an explorer who specialized in wilderness survival, he was well aware of the harshness of survival in the Arctic. Perhaps Goudan's companions had fallen forever in the snowy wilderness.
The only thing that puzzled Bi Fang was why this Inuit man had brought over the other three dogs. Shouldn't he be returning Goudan instead?
After all, Goudan's original owner had no children, and as part of the inheritance, it would have certainly made more sense for it to be left to a neighbor or someone like that, wouldn't it?
To Goudan's old master, he was just a stranger after all.
The leading Inuit indeed smiled, "But Banlam obviously is more affectionate towards you. Look, even though I called its name, it merely responded and didn't come over. It has already found a new owner, hasn't it?"
