"Aowu!"
Chengfeng raised his head and roared. His four legs were so fast that they left afterimages behind as he rushed to Zhao Zhan's side and howled non-stop, circling around him.
"Where did you go?"
There wasn't a trace of excess fat on its body, and its lines were smooth. The tiger stripes on its forehead became more and more obvious, and he moved to Zhao Zhan's feet and shook his head in an awe-inspiring manner.
Zhao Zhan was led into the woods by him, and then he saw Chengfeng scratching the snow with his paws.
After seeing that the traps he had dug out were filled with dead pheasants and rabbits, Zhao Zhan fell into a strange silence.
Chengfeng saw that he didn't rub his head encouragingly like he used to, so he turned around impatiently and dragged another not-so-strong wild boar over from under a tree not far away.
Zhao Zhan could more or less understand why the wolves had no food when they migrated here.
