In July at the River Source, it's once again time for the annual buffet feast.
Er Niu dragged back a lamb that died during a difficult birth, not far away, three nearly grown children together dragged back a Tibetan Wild Donkey with a bitten-through neck.
They didn't come too close to their mother's new home, instead choosing to lie down and rest on a dirt slope fifty meters away.
"Mom, this little cub seems rather difficult to handle."
"Why doesn't mom go find the Two-legged beast, they might be able to help the little cub."
The eldest and third were chatting idly, while the second lay quietly, gazing into the distance.
"Mom's Two-legged beast hasn't been seen for a long time, another familiar scent hasn't been smelled for a long time either. On those Two-legged beast's turf, is there really anyone we can trust?"
