Semos raised his eyes and looked around, making sure that the three familiar magpies were not here, and reluctantly compromised.

Musha squinted his eyes again, his ears pressed down slightly.

However, I feel a little bit comfortable.

I seem to understand why kittens like to touch their heads.

It feels really good to let people touch places that I can't touch.

And when the tongue of the big cat licks past, the barb will hook the hair, and gradually comb it out.

It's like a big combing brush.

Hey.

Now that he has already put his mouth up and helped others to the end, Seymus finally helped the little rabbit who was obediently sitting with his head up to clean his entire face.

The refreshed little rabbit shook its fur and waved its paw at the snow leopard to say goodbye.

However, his goodbye was not successful, and the snow leopard did not leave immediately, but followed him all the way back. He didn't stop until he came to the rock pile.

Semos used his psychic power to try to communicate, "I'm going to be away for a while, the number of carnivores coming here has increased recently, so stay safe." ”

The little rabbit who was crawling towards the crevice of the rock moved his ears and looked back in confusion.

Strange, he seemed to hear someone talking just now.

But when I listened closely, there was no movement.

There were only two animals at the moment, him and the big cat, and Musha tilted his head to look at the big cat.

"Meow?"

Are you talking?

Semos looked at the rabbit still hanging in mid-air, flicked his tail helplessly, and raised his paw to push it into the rock crevice.

Forget it, you'll be back in seven days.

There are also jammers, and there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Musha entered the crevice and said goodbye to the snow leopard this time and succeeded.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the snow leopard, he tilted his head strangely.

Is it really auditory hallucinations?

Moreover, Musa twisted his head and turned his back in front of him, trying to look back.

When the snow leopard pushed him up, it was as if something had stabbed him.

It can't be a claw, right?

Musa moved his body.

But now nothing else is unusual.

The little rabbit pondered for a moment.

He turned and went into the nest.

Forget it, let's go to bed early.

Auditory hallucinations, hallucinations, definitely not resting well.

He cowered in the hole, clumped himself up, held his tail, and in a few moments fell asleep.

As night fell, at the back of Mussa's neck, a round mechanical instrument the size of a grain of rice, emitting an extremely faint glow in the darkness, was all hidden by Musa's thick hair.

Outside, all the large beasts that pass through the rock crevices will stop their pace, linger in place for a while, and then choose to go around the rock crevices.

Avoided Musha's location.

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Musha was unaware of the snow leopard's departure.

Because he's been busy honing his hunting skills lately.

Although it is said that there are dried meat in the cave, when the food pressure is not high, it is necessary to seize the time to practice skills.

You can still use the skills you learned before, but you have to get used to the feeling of walking on the snow.

As time goes on, the snow on the ground increases.

In several places, the snow was half as thick as his body, and it didn't hurt to jump down from the crevices of the rock.

Walking in the thick snowdrift, the whereabouts are difficult to hide, the snow separates to both sides with its movement, the traces on the snow are particularly obvious, and before a few steps have been taken, the movement has been transmitted more than ten meters away, and the prey has already heard the sound and ran away.

It is also difficult to catch prey and find prey.

Many of the prey basically don't come out.

But Musa found one exception.

Pikas do not hibernate, do not migrate, and often run outside.

Especially in the vicinity of yak herds.

…… cough, especially yak feces.

God knows how Musa felt when he found out about this conclusion?

You must know that the pika is an animal that he often eats.

And this animal goes to eat manure.

Musa spent an afternoon pondering why?

He remembered that one of the volunteer recruitment activities he saw for giant panda care was to study panda feces.

Because the ancient ancestors of the giant panda ate meat, their digestive system can not adapt to the plant, the plant fiber is not easy to digest, although they have to eat a lot of bamboo every day, but in fact, a lot of it is not absorbed and utilized, and most of the bamboo shoots eaten are directly discharged, and the physical condition of the panda can be judged from the feces.

It is possible that cow manure also contains some undigested forage.

Musha could only congratulate himself that he was not interested in the internal organs when he ate his prey, and picked them all out and threw them away.

However, knowing this little bit is good for his hunting, and when he comes to the vicinity of the herd, the activity of these pikas has increased significantly, and the snow in the place where the cattle live is not so thick, and the success rate of hunting has increased.

After eating a pika, Musa licked the corners of his mouth, looked around, and decided to go to the river to rehydrate.

The river is not completely frozen, but the water is so cold that all the fish hide in the depths of the river and do not show their faces at all.

Ignoring the option of catching a fish at all, if you want to catch a fish, you will inevitably have to stretch your claws into the river, and when the fish is struggling, the water will splash on your body, and no matter how thick the hair is, it will be cold when it sticks to your body.

Some time ago, half of his body was wet from catching fish, and he returned to the nest and covered it for a long time before he dried his hair back to the previous softness, and after learning this lesson, Musa had no interest in the fish in the river at all.

But there was one thing by the river that caught his attention.

Musha crouched by the river, pacing back and forth, looking across the riverbank, hesitating.

If he was not mistaken, there was a nice stone on the opposite bank of the river.

The question is, how will he get through the cold river in the middle of the winter?

Swim past?

The paw probed tentatively into the water, and Musa shivered with cold cold, and hurriedly withdrew it.

No, no, it's going to freeze into popsicles.

Looking through the memories, it seems that there is a section of the river with a lot of stones, and I should be able to cross from there.

Shaking his wet paws, he did as he spoke, and Musha ran towards the position he remembered.

The shrubs stretched out into the river, hung down halfway, and fell into the river, and the dull yellow leaves floated slightly with the current, collecting in the gaps between the stones and the riverbank.

A few stones that I don't know if they were carried by the river or rolled down from the top of the hill on the bank were lying across the middle of the river, matching the scene in Musha's memory.

From here, you can step on the rocks all the way and go all the way without going into the water.

Musa crouched on the riverbank, frowning.

It's okay to step on the stones, but the distance between the individual stones seems to be a bit too big for a little rabbit.

It's so unfriendly to the little short legs.

Just as he was hesitating, a female antelope with her young also came to the river, jumped lightly on her slender legs, jumped a few times between the stones, and went to the bank of the river.

It stood on the opposite side, calling a few times, and the little antelope beside Musa jumped over the stone a few times to get to the other side.

Before leaving, the little antelope looked back at it strangely, as if to say: It's very simple, why do you stand still?

People fight for a breath, and Buddha fights for a stick of incense.

No matter what, you can't be looked down upon by a small antelope.

Musha moved his limbs, in front of the little antelope, his hind legs exerted force, jumped on the stone, jumped a few times in succession, came to the opposite bank, and when he passed by the little antelope, he flicked his tail.

Unilaterally announced that the battle to defend dignity was successful~

Next is the time to pick up the stones.

Musa trotted all the way to the stone in high spirits.

Raise your claws to pluck the stone out of the ground and place it in the water to wash off the surface of the sediment.

There are a few smart orange-red fine lines in the transparent stones, and from the top, it looks like a few koi fish flowing in the water.

Wow, it's even more beautiful than he thought it would be.

Bring it over and show it to the big cat.

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen a big cat for a long time, and it's been almost seven days if you count the time.

Chapter 25

In the mountains, a small ball of hair moves slowly, and a long trail appears in the snow. One foot deep and one shallow foot in the snow, and now that I think about it carefully, the snow leopard has indeed not appeared for a long time.

Cats like to sleep, but snow leopards don't stay in their burrows much, and as mentioned before, snow leopards often come to the crevices around the rocks during the period before the snow falls.

I haven't seen a snow leopard for a long time, which is really a bit abnormal.