The distance was so far away that he could only watch, unable to do anything.

Tell someone else? Let them follow the trails left by the cheetah's claws.

Musha thought for a second, then gave up.

No, all the traces have been restored, no garbage has been left, no flowers and plants have been destroyed, except for catching a cheetah, everything else is protecting the environment.

How can people here be so disciplined in poaching?

Musa melancholy poured back into the soft fur.

He stroked the snow leopard's fur.

Will a big cat with such a good feel be targeted?

Chapter 52

Falling asleep in worry, the inner anxiety made Musa sleep extremely unsteadily.

He hugged the snow leopard's tail, buried his face in the fluffy fur, and was not satisfied with having a tail, squeezed himself into the snow leopard's arms and slept on his strong forearm.

The snow leopard's breath falls on the back of its neck, blowing away the outer hair, and the remaining warm breath spreads to the skin, giving it a feeling of soaking in a hot spring.

With such a fully wrapped sense of security, he slowly fell asleep.

The night was like a thick inkstone, and the communicator in the first-aid kit lit up slightly, making a slight sound.

Two eyes lit up in the cave, and at the sound of a specially set prompt, Semos stood quietly, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He moved his slightly numb forearms, without alarming the sleeping rabbit, and when he tried to remove the tail, he encountered difficulties.

There was a wet touch at the end of his tail that he had ignored when he slept, followed by a familiar pain.

After sleeping for a while, perhaps dreaming of something he had seen during the day, the little rabbit not only let out an angry chirping sound, but also wrapped himself in a ball with his tail, biting the end of the tail and grinding his teeth angrily.

Woo woo, looks very angry.

Semos, who had been bitten again, did not pull his tail out in the end.

He rolled the little rabbit a few times, untied the twisted tail, left the end in Musa's mouth, and then gently picked up the little rabbit and went deeper into the burrow.

Feeling the back of his neck being bitten, even in his sleep, Musa subconsciously shrunk his body and hugged his tail to his chest.

Fortunately, he is small in size and weighs less, and like a juvenile snow leopard, he only feels pain in his mouth on the back of his neck.

Samos took the opportunity to evaluate the results of his own rabbit breeding this winter.

Not bad, a little heavier.

One winter passed, and under his careful care, every two or three days was a big meal, and Musa's weight was slowly rising.

Musha had tried to restrain himself, of course, but it was a pity to waste fresh prey with its delicious flesh and warmth in front of him.

I can only whine and shout delicious while envying the figure of the snow leopard.

He really wants to build strong muscles.

After eating, he touched his little belly, which was a little fatter and softer, and decided to accept the reality.

Forget it, a little round is a little round, the animal kingdom does not pursue any slim body, and being fat is a proof of strength, even if most of the meat is fed by snow leopards.

Semos put down the sleeping rabbit and put the communicator on silent.

He named one of the men, one of his lieutenants and the man in charge of investigating Musha.

When the news finally came, Semos looked calm and clicked in.

The slightly wagging tail betrayed his mood, but the end was bitten, and only the middle point could shake at this time.

The first sentence that appeared at the beginning made his brow furrow slightly.

[Sir, the person you asked me to investigate, no information was found in the records.] ]

There are not many traces of humans in Mor, and many places are not even monitored, it is a pure animal world, full of challenges, and there are many protected areas for beasts to survive, which is why orcs prefer Mor.

On the surface, there is always a way to enter the huge planet, and the record covers eighty or ninety percent of the people who enter the planet, and it will be more troublesome to find the rest of those who sneak in.

Semos roughly glanced at the above records, and indeed did not see any matching records.

If you don't register, it's hard to find the right person.

As expected, he was not surprised by the news, and did not expect much from it, and the other way was what he valued. Mor Star is in the name of the army, and unknown people have the right to investigate, not only for records, but also for other means, and Seymus once quietly plucked a few of Musha's hairs and sent them for identification.

[The results of the appraisal?] ]

[There are no matching objects in the database, and higher-level permissions are still being requested]

In this case, either they have an extraordinary background, or they are not citizens of the empire and their origin is unknown.

Keeping such a person by his side, the adjutant can't help but be a little worried, in case he is a dangerous person, wouldn't the chief be dangerous?

Kidnapping, poisoning, assassination......

The bloody scene played in a loop in his head, and the adjutant of the dune cat, who was the most timid cat in the world, trembled a little bit, and couldn't help but reply to a few more messages to his chief.

Sir, be careful!

Semos expertly skimmed over the adjutant's string of sensational link headlines, replied with a sentence to continue the investigation, turned off the communicator, and continued to sleep with the bunny in his mouth.

As for the danger or something......

Referring to this little rabbit who grinds his teeth with his tail while sleeping?

“……”

Seymus felt as if he was being underestimated.

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The next day, Musa woke up a little listless.

Energetic, the little rabbit that meows everywhere quiets down all of a sudden, and even doesn't do his favorite licking activity every morning, looking up at the sky, it's a morning.

It's a little scary.

The inexperienced Semos was not sure.

He tried to get close to the little rabbit and offered to help take care of the hair, Musha lay on the ground, rubbed back a few times, and looked a little more energetic, but the eyes looked more sad, as if they were going to be separated in the next second.

Seymus took some time to think about what he didn't know about a terminal illness.

The answer, of course, is no.

He had no choice but to start with something else.

Since he was not happy, he did something happy, and the snow leopard picked up the bark of the little rabbit and put it in front of him.

Musha touched the bark of the tree, and of course he could see that the snow leopard was concerned about him, but he couldn't help but worry at the thought that there were poachers nearby who had not been discovered.

Wouldn't it be dangerous for these people to come to the valley one day?

However, this is only an assumption and will not necessarily happen.

He is in a bad mood right now, not only does he make himself languishing, but he also worries the big cat.

Figured it out, he pulled himself together, skateboarded with his bark, ran out of the cave, and skied in high spirits.

Before Seymus, who was standing above and watching, could be relieved when he saw the little rabbit accidentally hit a stone and fell into the snow.

The bark of the tree, which had been unusually strong in previous use, had a large hole in it at this time.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and Musha went back sadly with a broken skateboard.

Semos tried to help fix it, if he had enough tools at hand, there was still a little possibility, but unfortunately he was now in the field, he buried his head in research for a long time, and finally had to announce that he would give up.

Later, the snow leopard found that the little rabbit was not only in a bad mood, but even decreased its appetite when eating.

For example, now, Musa has a piece of meat in his mouth, holds it in his mouth, and does not eat it for a long time.

Don't eat beef?

With a lick of his head, Semos managed to lick the little rabbit to its back, lying on the ground, blinking blankly.

Samos: "......"

It turned out to be in a daze.

However, in a daze, the little rabbit did not eat much when he ate later, and after eating a few pieces of meat, he began to clean up the claws and cheeks stained with blood, indicating that he was full.

Unable to put his mind at ease, the snow leopard tries to catch his favorite rock sheep.

Yaks don't want to eat it, so rock sheep should eat more, right?

It's a pity that Musha still eats very little, and after taking a bite, he stops, looks at the snow leopard, looks at the distance, and can't help but feel depressed.

What to do, the better the big cat treats him, the more he can't help but worry.

And it's not all because of this, Musha swallowed the meat in his mouth, and his body was a little weak, and he felt uncomfortable anywhere.

In my distraction, I didn't even notice that I accidentally ate my least favorite fatty meat.

It is mentioned here that he really doesn't like to eat fatty meat, and every time he eats, he actively avoids the fatty parts of his prey.

It's not that I'm afraid of eating fat.

Well, it's really a small part, mainly because it tastes bad, it has a fatty feeling, and Musa, who is used to eating lean meat, accepts incompetence.

If he lives alone, it is difficult to obtain food, and he will definitely not be picky about food, and prey such as pikas and voles do not have much meat in themselves, and they can't eat enough at a meal, so they have to catch a few, and he can't be allowed to pick fat and thin, and he can't wait to catch a fat one to fill his stomach.

But didn't he live with a snow leopard?

After a big meal, I couldn't go hungry at all, and the rabbits and mice that went out to catch were just tooth sacrifices.

Therefore, if there is fat in the meat that the snow leopard feeds him, Musha secretly hides it and stuffs it back under the prey, and when they leave, it will not be long before a vulture will appear to help him eliminate the evidence of the crime.

Of course, Semos had seen his little movements, so most of the meat he tore at him was a soft belly - here was the fattest.

Musha who was lazy with his mouth open and waiting for feeding: "......"

Close your mouth instantly.

Damn, it's too bad, it's definitely intentional.