But it represents hope, a turning point! It's the slightest bit of mercy this harsh wilderness has shown, just when she was about to give up.
Vonia clutched the squirrel's body tightly in her hand, feeling the hard-earned warmth of life.
Then carefully hung this hard-won harvest at her waist. The small squirrel felt like a heavy weight, giving her an unprecedented sense of security.
Just as Vonia was about to leave the place that had brought her good fortune, a critical question suddenly popped into her mind.
"Squirrel… tree hollow… food storage…"
"Wait… just now, the squirrel, before being shot, which direction did it climb up the branch from?"
This thought brought her to an instant halt. To an ordinary hunter, getting the prey meant the task was over.
But for Vonia, every hunt was an information-gathering process. The behavior patterns of the prey often concealed secrets far greater than its intrinsic value.
