The mountain wind was wailing, and the hunter wrapped in animal skin pursued along the way.
As he delved deeper into the wilderness, where insects and wild beasts began to multiply, the hunter took out a stick of herbal incense from his animal skin bag and lit it with a flame.
Wisps of white smoke rose, and the hunter used the child-arm-thick herbal incense to fumigate his body.
After the human scent on his body was thoroughly masked by the strong medicinal aroma, the hunter finally stepped into the seldom-traveled deep forest.
Passing through the forest and climbing the high mountain, the hunter blew a whistle. Not long after, a few black dots in the distant skyline drew closer.
"Caw caw —"
The wailing mountain wind accompanied the hoarse and harsh cawing as several crows, blacker than coal, landed before the hunter.
The leading crow was already old, its feathers no longer shiny.
It landed at the forefront, taking deep and shallow steps, approached the hunter.
