Footprints and firelight guided Chen Zhou's direction forward.
As he stepped into the forest, the interwoven branches formed a natural barrier, long since squeezed into a pathway by the Great Horned Deer moving through it.
High up, deer fur hanging on branches was often seen, and one could faintly smell the musky odor belonging to the deer.
The Saw-toothed Tigers were very excited—
Great Horned Deer were already part of their diet, and the hunting instinct surged through their blood. Whether it was the lively Tiger Second or the usually calm Tiger Third, their steps quickened considerably.
Afraid the little ones would alarm the deer herd, Chen Zhou had to soothe them once more, reminding that it was still not time to start hunting.
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Soon after entering the woods, as they gradually approached the source of the firelight, several Great Horned Deer appeared along the way.
