When they came to the cave on the mountainside, Musha stood outside and called out beforehand.

The slightly hoarse sound of smoke echoed.

There was not the slightest movement in the cave.

Is it really not there?

He bit the stone again, intending to put it right into the snow leopard's hole.

He'd been to the snow leopard's burrow a few times, so he probably wouldn't mind if he went in and put a stone.

If it weren't for the fact that the snow leopard was too big to enter the rock crevices, he would have wanted the snow leopard to come to his den as a guest.

The cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, isolated from wind and snow, and there is no snow on the ground, so it is more comfortable than the outside after entering.

Odd.

At a few o'clock, the sporadic snowflakes fell, and Musa suddenly reacted and turned his head to look at the road he had come from.

On the flat snow, there were only a string of small plum blossom footprints left by him when he walked over, and there were no other footprints.

Musa tugged at his ears in confusion.

How long has the snow leopard been out?

The footprints are gone.

Walking into the cave and passing by the snow leopard's favorite place to rest on his stomach, Musha found that it was covered with a thin layer of dust.

After all, in a naturally formed cave, there will be a bit of natural shedding of debris and stone chips, and the snow leopard will clean up the dust and debris accumulated in the corners of the cave every two or three days.

But this time, judging by the stone chips piled up in the corners of the cave, it looks like it hasn't been cleaned for days.

Coming to the pile of stones where the snow leopard was collecting stones, Musa breathed a sigh of relief.

The pile of rocks is still there, indicating that the snow leopard did not secretly move away.

The small puddle next to the pile has frozen, and the river outside is full of ice, and the small puddle here is not spared.

I went over to take a look, and the careful snow leopard picked out the stones in advance, and none of them were frozen in the puddle.

In this way, the big cat knew that he would be away for a long time this time, and he had prepared in advance.

After a while, the snow leopard will return.

Musa comforted himself.

The small transparent stone and the white jade stone that were sent before were put next to each other, and the big cat knew at a glance who sent it when he came back.

Although no other animal dared to enter the snow leopard's burrow except him.

It's just a pity that he finally found a beautiful stone, and he still wants to show off to the snow leopard in person.

Musa placed the two stones he had given him, and before stepping out of the cave, he turned back and bowed to the pile of stones.

Little stones, for the sake of the big cat's departure, they all remember that the stones were fished out of the puddle, and for your sake, remember to bless him with safety and success.

After thinking about it, Musa added.

It's best to come back early.

There's a kitten waiting for him here.

*

After that day, Musa would make a daily trip to the snow leopard den.

Even if the distance between the two sides is very long, it takes half a morning to go back and forth.

Even though the snow is deep, only one head is left outside.

Even when it's cold, the little meat pads are always freezing cold.

But it doesn't matter, Musha thought, who made him like the big cat so much.

It's also sleeping in the hole, so it's better to go out for a walk, just take it as exercise, and help the big cat who loves to clean up by the way.

But no matter how time passed, the cave was always empty, and there was no snow leopard to be seen.

When he came, there were traces on the road, and when Musha looked back, it was disorganized, all of which were the footprints he had left behind.

There is no trace of any other animal arrival.

Well, Musa admitted.

He's kind of thinking about big cats.

He hadn't seen a snow leopard for so long.

With his ears drooping listlessly, Musha walked as he always walked on the way to the cave on the mountainside.

This time, though, he took a detour.

Under the tree in front, a rabbit lowered its head and nibbled on the grass stalks, its long ears alertly erected on its sides, moving twice from time to time, trying its best to collect the movement around it.

With dilated pupils, he stared at the hare while observing the surrounding route and guessing the path the hare had fled. Retracted the tips of his claws, the meat pad fell to the ground silently, and Musha bowed silently.

"Smack." The bent branches could not bear the weight, and the snow deposited suddenly fell, smashed to the ground, and alarmed the hare under the trees.

The snow fell like a signal, and the hare vigilantly let go of the straw pole, jumped and fled. At the same time, Musa rushed forward with the strength of his hind legs, predicting the path of the hare's escape, and lunged forward with his body, biting the hare by the neck before it could burrow into the hole.

The inertia of the forward rush of the body did not decrease, and he rolled a few times and crashed into a bush.

Musa's canine teeth were hard, and the smell of rust in his mouth was full, and the hare's long legs bounced vigorously a few times, and then he drooped down.

After making sure that the hare had completely lost its motion, Musa relaxed his tense muscles and looked around.

He was now under a bush, surrounded by scattered piles of dead branches and leaves, and the grass was not too high to hide from large beasts, and it was a small place of seclusion and safety.

There weren't many animals on the way, so as long as you eat faster and leave before the other animals find out, it's not much dangerous, and it's far safer than dragging a hare away.

Lying on the spot, Musa licked his mouth, intending to deal with the rabbit on the spot.

Biting the hare's belly, the rich smell of blood came out, and Musa had just taken a few bites, and a small movement was caught in his ears, which was a young and immature cry.

A doll-like cub staggered out of the bush and made eye contact with Musha.

A brown bear cub.

It can be seen that the cub is very clever and obedient, and hides quietly in the bushes, without making a sound, until Musha tears open the prey, and the smell comes out, and it is hungry and observes in secret for a while, and then it can't resist the temptation and runs out to see.

The little brown bear tilted his head curiously as he looked at the animal in front of him, which was about his size and had never seen before.

After looking at it for a while, it did not forget the purpose of coming out, it showed its teeth and whined, and stood up and spread its claws, trying to show its strength, deter the enemy, make the other party retreat, and leave the prey.

Musa stiffened.

Naturally, it wasn't the little cub he was afraid of.

Although the rabbit is weak, a small brown bear the size of a toy and has no life experience at all, it is not a threat to him.

He was worried about the mother of the little brown bear.

I secretly complained in my heart and was in a dilemma, whether to leave the prey or defend the prey.

No matter what kind of animal, as long as he has a cub, his mother is not easy to mess with, and if he injures the cub, he will definitely be chased by a brown bear.

Forget it, this hare is also half eaten, there is no need to risk it.

Musha slowly stepped back, stepping out of the grass and breathing a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the mother brown bear wasn't there.

As he was thinking, he heard the excited cries of the cubs.

Although I don't understand the meaning, I can make the cub make such an excited sound......

The heavy sound of landing was heard, and the shadows were shrouded, making people shudder.

*

Although Musa did not hurt the little brown bear, he knew where the little brown bear was hiding, as a mother, when he came back, he smelled blood, and there were traces of the arrival of strange animals, and the picture of the cub's death came to his mind, and he ran in grief and anger.

Even when the little brown bear was found unharmed, the anger did not abate in the slightest.

It leaned over in anger and rushed on all fours towards the rabbit that was approaching his cub.

Musa didn't have time to think about it, dropped the rabbit, and at the last moment, staggered down the nearest rabbit hole to avoid the attack.

Taking advantage of the transparency of the rabbit hole, he ran out in the other direction and distanced himself from the brown bear.

The brown bear behind him was in hot pursuit, and every time it landed, it produced a huge vibration, like a sharp sword hanging high, which was terrifying.

There was no time to think about it during the escape, and Musha subconsciously chose the familiar path that he had often taken in the past few days.

By the time he entered the snow leopard cave and realized that it was a dead end, it was too late.

The view of the cave was dim, and Musha hid behind the stones, breathing lightly, and did not dare to come out.

At the back of the neck, tiny, circular machinery shimmers.

The brown bear that followed caught up and stood at the mouth of the cave and wandered back and forth, letting out an angry growl from its mouth.

The remnants of the snow leopard's breath in the cave made it fearful.

It had encountered this snow leopard, it was fierce and powerful, and it was undoubtedly the king of this high mountain.

Once it walks in and leaves behind its breath, it is undoubtedly an invasion for the snow leopard, and at the same time, it also leaves a clue, and the snow leopard can find its traces with its breath.

It's not a hassle to deal with a rabbit, but it's not a good thing to get into trouble with a snow leopard.

Not to mention that it has a cub.

In addition to the snow leopard's breath, there is something in the rabbit that he is disgusted and afraid of, which makes his brain constantly sound an alarm, urging it to leave and not to approach the rabbit.

The alarm had been ignored by it, and now that its angry anger had subsided, the brown bear hesitated for a moment and slowly walked away.

The huge beast shadow outside the entrance of the cave disappeared, and Musha was stunned for a moment before crawling out of the corner.

He hadn't gotten rid of the suffocating feeling of imminent death, and he was covered in cold sweat, and he almost thought he was really going to die at that moment.

It was he who was careless, went out in the past few days, suddenly transferred, and did not encounter a large beast once, which made him relax his vigilance, and as a result, he was negligent today and plunged into the den of a brown bear.

Look back at the empty cavern.

Musa was in a depressed mood.