Chen Ying stood for a while, watching as the old tiger retreated into the woods behind him.
Unfortunately, the phone was playing scripture, and by the time he reacted, the tiger was already out of sight.
A few minutes later, the Little Fox emerged from the bushes and, seeing the snacks spread on the rock before Chen Ying, gleefully dashed over to feast.
"Little guy, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself in the future, and be cautious."
"Yingying, I will, I can run really fast!"
Its proud tone made Chen Ying laugh. For small animals, being able to hunt to feed themselves is just the basics, evading more formidable predators is the key to survival.
"By the way, I saw a big one over there just now."
Chen Ying pointed to the tree, and the Little Fox, holding a piece of jerky, stood up and looked in the direction of Chen Ying's finger.
