"Woof—"
"Awoo!"
Talking about the traitor within the group, the sled dogs became agitated again, swearing to beat the traitor to death.
They're not sled dogs raised by the vendor, but real sled dogs rented by the vendor, a type of working dog running in the Siberian region.
In such harsh territories, only cooperation and winning together will ensure survival or at least reaching the next supply point.
Once there's a dog traitor in the group, it won't just get the dogs killed, but might also turn their owner into an ice lolly.
Although they're currently tasked only with dragging tourists around the slopes casually.
But hatred for traitors and infiltrators flows in their bloodline, even if there's no business today, they'll drag out the traitor and kill it.
"Just this...."
Upon hearing this, Ansheng looked at the dogs rolling in the snow in front of him with a face full of black lines.
Each one was more aggrieved than the last, and even angrier, clearly showing great anxiety.
