As the lead dogs, Hua Xiao'Er and Daqing both took off, following the Black Bear's tracks, while Zhao Jun followed behind with Da Huang and White Dragon.
After about half a mile, Daqing came ambling back. Zhao Jun sighed. 'Ah, Daqing. When it comes to hunting, all it has going for it is its size and strength.'
As a lead dog, it was good at picking up a scent, but its range was too short. It couldn't track very far before needing to return to its master's side. And when it came to biting prey, its grip wasn't fierce. It had even lost its hold on a wild boar in the past.
The short range was an innate trait, so there was nothing to be done about it. The weak bite, on the other hand, could be trained. But Daqing was already fully grown; it would be difficult to change its ways now.
Zhao Jun waved his arm, and Daqing turned and ran forward again.
