Deep in the cave, the white wolf's head rested on its paws and slept soundly.

Musa froze, he was vigilant for a long time, ready to run away at any time, but the wolf actually closed his eyes and fell asleep like this?

Remembering the dust that had accumulated at the mouth of the cave and the snow that had not left a trace of it when he first looked into it, Musa thought he might have discovered the truth.

It can't be caused by this white wolf sleeping too long.

He was stunned by the idea.

Help, the hole is full of dust, how long has it been sleeping?

Although not much is known about animals, the wolf is such an animal, and Musa still knows a little.

Vicious and cunning, but extremely team player, loyal to his partner, very capable of survival, adaptable, and in any case, a very charismatic animal.

But no matter how he recalls, he still doesn't remember that wolves hibernate as a trait?

And it's a white one? Argent? Silver-white wolf?

The Newfoundland white wolf he knew, in his impression, was milky white, not this bright silvery-white, and the Newfoundland white wolf was extinct.

Is this wolf genetically mutated, or albinism.

Whatever the reason, it's a good thing for Musa.

It was too cold for the baby snow leopard to have that thick hair, and it leaned against Musa with a small yawn.

Sleepy.

I was scared by the white wolf just now, and now as soon as I relax, my sleepiness is doubled, and I can't hold it anymore after tossing for so long.

Musha also knew this, he originally wanted to go out and find a nearby place to rest, but the wind and snow outside did not know when to stop, and he did not dare to go out.

There is a sleeping beast in the cave behind.

Musa weighed it several times and hid in the corner of the cave with the baby snow leopard.

Although the white wolf looked terrifying, it didn't hurt him.

The white wolves slept very deeply, and if they didn't make a sound, they shouldn't wake up.

And there was no killing intent in the eyes of the white wolf looking at them just now, just some curiosity.

Rather than braving the wind and snow to find the next unknown place to sleep, you might encounter some other dangerous animals.

Musha decided to stay here, take a nap, and wait for the snow to stop before going out.

As long as he didn't sleep too dead, he could hear the white wolf's movements.

The road outside the cave is blocked by stones, he and the little snow leopard can pass, the white wolf is too big, it was very difficult in the past, if the white wolf wakes up halfway and wants to attack them, there is also a chance to escape.

So, the next day dawned.

After a dreamless night, the white wolf, who had finally slept enough, couldn't wait to open his eyes, but there was only an empty cave.

When I woke up last night, it was like a dream, and the little snow leopard and the little rabbit were all gone.

Really gone?

He...... Is it so scary?

The Great White Wolf was hit.

Chapter 45

Really gone?

Of course it's gone!

If you don't leave at this time, will you stay and sleep with the white wolf?

A strange beast that is extremely dangerous, although it has not hurt them before, no one knows how the white wolf will feel when he wakes up, whether he will be hungry.

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, Musha, who had always been aware of the movement outside, opened his eyes, and when it was still dark, he left the burrow with the baby snow leopard.

The little snow leopard slept soundly, in stark contrast to Musa, who had been guarding all night with his ears pricked up and yawning.

Looking at the little guy jumping up and down in front of him, Mu Sha couldn't help but feel envious.

Hey, I think it was the same when he was with the big cat, he didn't have to worry about anything else, as long as he was happy.

Now it's different, the baby snow leopard is still young, they can't communicate with each other, they don't have anyone to talk to, they have to think about everything on their own, and they have to keep an eye on what is going on around them.

It was his turn to play the role of a snow leopard, so that he could understand the difficulty of a big cat, Musa reflected silently, It was also later that there was a snow leopard cover, so there was no need to think too much.

Before, I had to care about the daily food problem, diligently stocked up the winter food for myself in advance, since the food was handed over to the snow leopard, the food stock was exhausted, relying on the snow leopard's strong hunting ability, every meal was burped, and from time to time I could catch a few rabbits and rats as snacks.

Life is called a happy and chic.

Musa is a person who is easily satisfied, and even this monotonous life of eating, sleeping, and eating can still make him very happy.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, the days of not having enough to eat and sleeping well at the beginning have passed for a long time, and I almost forget this feeling.

Thanks to Avalanche for bringing him back to life.

The hungry and sleepy little rabbit pressed his stomach and longed to go back to the cozy and warm cave where he had just slept well.

What a good cave, there is one more white wolf.

While sighing, they climbed to the top of the mountain, and their horizons suddenly widened.

The wind here is not small, blowing in waves, and the hair is flying.

Musha could only half-squint his eyes and look out, trying to find his way from above.

One of his own, and two of the snow leopards, a total of three climbs of the mountain.

Since he couldn't see the surrounding scenery from below, he walked to a high place, even a familiar marker, which would allow him to distinguish the direction.

But it's not just avalanches, the snow in winter covers a lot of plants.

Looking at the past, it is full of whiteness, and you can't see the original scenery at all.

Moreover, the only time I climbed the mountain in winter was at night, and the previous two times were not in winter, and the various colors of vegetation underneath were clearly colored and easy to distinguish.

Now it's a white world.

Musha hugged the baby snow leopard, rested his head on its head, and did not give up, this is the highest mountain nearby, if he can't find a direction from here, he really can only give up and hope for the snow leopard.

In a snowy world, there are only dry woods, black-brown stones, and slow-flowing rivers.

Well? Rivers.

Rubbing the little snow leopard's paws, Musha held up the little snow leopard and tiptoed to look into the distance.

A river flows around in a big "S" shape and passes through the flat land.

Not the river in the valley, but a little familiar.

After recalling carefully, Musha remembered that there was such a river in a very remote corner from the high mountains.

Because it was at the edge of his line of sight, what he had seen before was incomplete, and the shape was mutilated and not immediately recognized.

Good thing there is this river.

The shape of the river is not affected by snow, nor is it a plain mountain range that is difficult to distinguish.

Discovering the scene in his memory, Musa let go of the little snow leopard in his arms, found a flat ground, swept away the snow, and drew a figure with his paws.

In the direction of the river, Musa drew a river on the ground and then drew a figure representing a mountain from memory.

"Tsk?" The little snow leopard came over and squeezed together with the little rabbit's head, watching him write and draw curiously.

Musa confidently drew a few small circles stacked on top of each other.

"Meow."

The pile of rocks is also his nest.

He introduced to the little snow leopard, and looked at the little snow leopard by the way, the snow leopard can't get into his den, and the size of the little snow leopard should be able to enter the rock crevice as a guest.

But I haven't cleaned it for a long time, so don't go.

And the mother snow leopard definitely does not agree with the baby snow leopard going to the neighbor's territory.

The idea of beating the little snow leopard all day long is to be beaten.

He dismissed this idea and continued to draw a star by the river.

The location of the trunk when you wake up.

And then there's a triangle.

Big cat's cave.

After this stroke, Musha began to think back to the time when the route taken by the snow leopard was marked, when he was just trying to walk with the big cat, and only remembered the general direction.

The little rabbit scratched his head, drew a large circle on the ground, and nodded affirmatively.

Yes, that's pretty much it.

The little snow leopard lay on the ground and stuck its head over to compare.

This circle is bigger than his head.

Musha: "......"

It doesn't matter, as long as the general direction is right!

He erased the other icons, leaving only the stars and circles representing the trunk of the tree, and pulled a connecting line.

The goal is set!

Choosing the direction, Musa suddenly felt confident in his heart.

Then a voice rang out, "Grunt." ”

The ears are pricked up, and the little snow leopard looks around strangely.

Another "grunt".

This time the baby snow leopard found the source of the sound.