One man and one cat walked in the bushes for a long time.
Just as Chen Wen was about to reach his limit.
With a crisp collision sound, Chen Wen suddenly looked up.
The place he was at now was the mouth of a valley.
Inside the valley, on a nearly seventy-degree steep cliff, a group of strange creatures stood at a high point.
They looked much like sheep, but their fur was short, and their body color leaned toward brown-black.
But their buttocks were entirely white.
However, the most striking thing was their large horns.
There were nine bighorn sheep in the group.
Three of them had curled, disc-shaped horns, and these three sheep were also bigger in size; they were the ones fighting.
These are the male bighorn sheep.
The remaining six were female, with shorter horns and smaller physiques.
The females were watching the commotion on the sidelines.
"It seems these are Canadian bighorns, also called bighorn sheep."
Chen Wen said softly, sitting down directly among the bushes.
