He knew that the prey had reached its limit, and now it was time to apply the final pressure and bring the end.
Finally, after crossing a ridge, he smelled the increasingly strong scent of blood in the air.
In the clearing not far ahead, a lone wolf lay weakly with its back to him, sprawled in the snow.
The injured hind leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, its surrounding fur matted with frozen blood and body fluids, looking miserable.
Its breathing was heavy and rapid, with each gasp revealing a puff of white mist; it seemed to have lost all vigilance.
He immediately slowed his steps, using a giant spruce Tree as cover, quietly approaching forward.
Lin Yu'an gripped the spear with both hands, lowered his center of gravity, and in an extremely slow and steady pace, silently approached from behind it.
