Musha struggled a few times, indicating that he wanted to come down.

He just walked on his own.

It's a pity that his rogue actions just now have lost the trust of the snow leopard.

The snow leopard let out a low reassuring sound from its mouth, and its voice was deep and good, telling him not to move.

Well, Musa compromised, since he couldn't go down, then start enjoying it, and the animals around him were optimistic, and it was this one who didn't let him down.

The snow leopard's mouth was just strong enough not to make him feel pain, and when he walked, it swayed, a bit like sitting in a car, and the passengers in the car yawned and fell asleep.

He identified the road in front of him and found that the snow leopard took advantage of the climbing advantage and took shortcuts, and the scenery quickly retreated, and the time spent was cut by almost half.

It seems that the previous road was indeed the road specially selected by the snow leopard in order to take care of him.

It's so good that even a little bird can bully him, but this big cat is so attentive to him.

Musa was so impressed that he decided to wait for the first batch of dried fish and jerky to be made, and then give some to the big cat.

He was riding on the cat train, hooking his tail and squinting and dozing, when he suddenly felt the train stop.

Arrived at the station?

The rabbit opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that they had not yet reached the valley.

"Woohoo......"

But the snow leopard lowered him down, took on a protective stance, and let out a cold warning roar at a dark corner.

It was dark, Musa turned his head, only to see a large beast shadow lurking here, unable to see the species, it wandered back and forth as if it was deliberately attacking, but after all, it was still afraid of the snow leopard, and gradually disappeared into the night.

The snow leopard kept staring at the direction where the mysterious beast shadow had disappeared, with a cold expression, and after making sure that it was leaving, he continued to walk in the direction of the valley with Musha.

There were a few vague objects on the ground over there, not big, but there were a lot of them, and there was a strange smell in the air.

Musa didn't know why, but the feline's curiosity drove him to check it out.

The snow leopard paused, noticed the rabbit's movements, withdrew its gaze, and swung its tail back and forward, gently resting on Musha's body, like a soft blanket.

Successfully attract the rabbit's attention back.

The end of the long tail fell naturally, and shook it like a seduction at the little rabbit, Musha's eyes lit up, and he didn't want to think about it, so he immediately pounced, hugged the tail and rubbed it fiercely, and the mysterious beast shadow or something was all left behind.

He fell on the snow leopard's tail and jumped away, reacting to the valley.

He should also take the snow leopard to know his home. Musa became interested, and volunteered to lead the way, his fluffy tail half-hanging behind, his small short legs moving, and his round body looked like a wriggling cat from behind.

The rabbit jumped up, entered the crevice, turned around, stuck out its head, and waved at the snow leopard.

"Meow!" Big cat bye-bye!

In his meow, Seymus also meowed softly.

Be careful these days.

"Meow~" Next time I touch my tail for you, Musa will reply to him.

"Meow." I'll come to you.

Rabbit: "Meow." "Do you eat snacks or not?

Snow Leopard: "Meow." "Stay in the valley and don't go far.

Rabbit: "Meow." "Next time I'll bring you dried fish!

So, the two cats who were chatting across the screen, although they didn't understand each other and knew that the other party didn't understand, still meowed at each other for a while, and then closed their mouths and returned to the cave.

The evening breeze blows, and the thick hairs keep all the cold air out.

Returning the same way, the snow leopard came to the place where the mysterious beast shadow had stayed before, his muscles tensed, his claws hooked the ground, and slowly stepped forward.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, so strong that Musha didn't even realize it was blood when he smelled it before.

Upon approaching, the blurred objects came into view.

Throat-ripping animal carcasses can be found everywhere, voles, rabbits, marmots, red foxes...... The snow leopard also saw two dead lynx cubs, whose mother died not far away.

The small animals in this area were killed.

The beast is not to fill its stomach, but to take pleasure in torture and killing.

If Musa had returned unintentionally and without a snow leopard with him, he might have been one of them.

Semos's heart sank.

No matter what kind of animal it is, preying on prey is to survive, and it will not be hunted like this. At some point, a monstrous beast has come to the valley, and that's not good news.

The beast specializes in targeting small and medium-sized animals, and Musha is a rabbit and has a high chance of being targeted by it.

The snow leopard looked serious, first smelled the breath left by the mysterious beast, and combined with the footprints left behind, it immediately determined the type of beast.

He sniffed the remaining breath and followed the scent.

Chapter 7

Recently, the climate has become cooler, the temperature difference between day and night has increased, and the evening is cool.

Musa was so happy about it that he couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh a few times.

Rabbits suffer from high temperatures for a long time.

Listen to him.

First of all! He admits that as a member of the plush control, he is indeed very happy to have a long and soft body of fur that can be stroked casually.

But! There is a premise, you can't grow such thick hairs in summer.

And it's still a wild country without air conditioning.

In order to escape the heat, Musa had no teacher, and changed the time period when he went out to hunt to go out early in the morning and evening, before the sun rose/set, quickly filled his stomach, and hid back in the cooler cave.

In fact, for rabbits, the temperature at night is not as high as during the day, and there is a night shade, which is not easy to be detected by prey, so it is a good time to hunt.

But Musa was a human being, with a natural rejection of the darkness of the night, and a habit of sleeping at night, and if he was out hunting all night, he always had the illusion that he would die suddenly......

Now that the temperature has dropped, his thick hair is finally useful, and he no longer has to be woken up by the heat at night, just like in the summer quilt.

During the day, you can also go out along the shade of the trees, so that his time outside is greatly extended, and he does not have to be bored in the cave in a daze, what a good thing.

However, happiness makes sorrow, and there is a bad thing right now, which destroys the good mood.

Musha was confronting a small-eyed Tibetan fox, grinning and swords-rattling.

The reason is that he fell in love with a pika, the pika has a round and chubby body, and at first glance it is the best among the rats, and he usually raises himself very well, and the taste must be good.

Just as Musa was drooling and crawling close to his prey, the Tibetan fox rushed out of the middle of the beard, and even more excessively, it also bit the pika and dangled in front of Musa.

The Tibetan fox held its head high, its square face, its small eyes narrowed contemptuously, and it pressed the pika under its claws, allowing the pika to scream in panic, but it did not kill it.

When Musa rushed in, he bit the pika and turned sharply, and jumped into the grass lightly.

To play, is to play.

Musha stopped the car, barely planted headlong in the grass, and his face was speechless.

There are not many Tibetan foxes that can grow such a mocking face with such a sign, and Musha can count them on one hand that meets the standard in the period of time he has crossed over.

If you look closely, there is a small hole in this right ear, which is particularly easy to recognize.

Wasn't it the Tibetan fox he met for the first time when he went out?!

This Tibetan fox is also too vindictive.

Musa was less angry when he recognized it, and he had to thank the rabbit he had sent to save his life.

So this pika grabbed it and grabbed it, as a reward for the help last time.

Mu Sha didn't put this matter at ease, it was just a pika, and he couldn't catch it, especially the provocative actions of the Tibetan fox, from his point of view, it was somewhat naïve.

The mature bunny thought so.

Besides, today he still wants to try to make dried meat and fish, so he can't waste time.

In autumn, the amount of water drops, the river narrows, the flow slows down, the river becomes clearer, and it is easier to catch fish.

At the bottom of the water, a few small fish swim leisurely and leisurely. Musa crouched on the stone, claw-raising, holding his breath.

At some point, Musa slammed his paws, and a small whitebait the size of a thumb flew out of the water and landed on the ground.

The ground nearby was already full of small fish.

He glanced at the results, estimated that it was almost there, then found a large leaf, threw all the small fish on it, and then pressed the four corners of the leaf to the middle with his paws, lowered his head and bit the four corners together, and carried a bag of fish back to the nest.

Returning to the cave, which was full of collected food, Musa raised his paw and counted the small fish in the water, the leftover rabbit meat, and the sweet and sour wild fruits......

It seems that there are a little less types, and we have to find some more, Musa muttered.

He lived on a high level of rock, which not only allowed him to avoid enemies, but also to observe his surroundings. Crawling out of the rock crevice, the rabbit crouches on a high pile of rocks in search of a target.

The wagging tail stopped, and the excitement struck the ground.

Pregnant!

The beast with black spots sliced open the yak's belly, its barbed tongue licking away the spilled blood, and the flesh of the bite stained the corners of its mouth red.

As always, there was a circle of birds standing quietly waiting for the meal.

As soon as the snow leopard tore at the yak, he looked down, and a small paw of a black meat pad poked out from under him, the claws were open, and every hair was straining, and after a few waves, he finally touched a piece of yak meat, and the tips of the claws hooked the minced meat, dragging it away little by little.

Turning his head sideways, he unsurprisingly saw the rabbit lying next to him, putting the minced meat he had secretly touched into his mouth, tasting it tentatively, and nodding with satisfaction.

And patted the front paws of the snow leopard next to him to express his appreciation.

Yes, this meat tastes chewy, and when you taste it, you can know that the yak caught has a good physique and a lot of exercise, so it is not easy to catch one.

The rabbit sat down on its feet and meowed at the snow leopard.

Big cat, get some beef.

He was afraid that the snow leopard would not understand, so he pushed the hare at his feet forward, and when he was done, his eyes were aimed at the yak expectantly.

I don't take it for nothing, but I exchange it with you with a hare.