'Awooo…' The tiny creature desperately wailed—as if begging He Xun and Chen Wei'er not to approach.
He Xun and Chen Wei'er finally discovered what the animal was. It was a little fox. This little fox was injured somewhere. It seemed to be limping, and blood stains were present on its fur.
Chen Wei'er's initial fear turned into sympathy. She released He Xun's hand and walked toward the little fox.
"Be good, we won't hurt you."
When the little fox saw Chen Wei'er walking over, it shrank back in fright.
"I'm here to help you," Chen Wei'er said as she picked it up from the ground.
The little fox trembled in panic.
Chen Wei'er located the wound on the little fox's leg. Someone seemed to have hit the creature with something.
"Look, this is man-made, right?"
He Xun could immediately tell that the injury was caused by a human.
"Someone must have hit it with a rope or an iron rod."
