Lin Chen sensed the bone-chilling cold as well, just not as quickly as Andre had.
"A wolf?"
Seeing the pair of gleaming green lights, Lin Chen put a hand to his forehead in resignation.
'So, the inevitable has finally happened...'
'It made sense.
I've been cooking here every day. The aroma was bound to drift, serving as the perfect beacon for any creature with a keen sense of smell.'
'The creature probably chose to show itself today because tonight's meal was just too lavish, wasn't it?'
"Can you tell what kind it is?"
Lin Chen asked, his voice low, while his hand was already reaching for the hunting bow on the ground nearby.
"I can't, it's too dark," Andre said, shaking his head. "Alaska has many kinds of wild wolves. I've run into four types myself. The strongest, of course, are the Yukon Wolf and the Tundra Wolf."
