"Ah." Xu Changlin glanced around before speaking. "These dogs are pretty good. They're not wary of strangers."
Hunting dogs and watchdogs are different. A watchdog has to be wary of strangers. Otherwise, if it doesn't bite or guard the house when a stranger comes, what's the point of keeping it?
But with hunting dogs, if you want them to recognize only one master, you can't let them go into the mountains with anyone else. And after a successful hunt, you have to feed them yourself, just like Huang Gui does.
A dog like that, even if a stranger took it hunting on a leash, wouldn't put in any effort once it was let loose. It might not run off, but it wouldn't work hard.
But as for the dogs Qin Qiang and his group had, Xu Changlin could tell with a single glance that they weren't wary of strangers. They were clearly the kind of dogs that had been taken hunting by whoever was free since they were pups.
