"Brother Li," Tao Fei asked Li Baoyu curiously, pointing at Hua Xiao'Er, "how'd this dog get so many scars?"
How could a hound that fights wild boars and Black Bears not get injured?
Once a dog is injured, even after the wound heals and the fur grows back, the new fur is never the same. It grows in stiff and coarse.
And of the six dogs, Hua Xiao'Er had the most scars. His entire body could be described as a tapestry of old wounds.
Hearing Tao Fei's question, Li Baoyu glanced over. Seeing that Tao Fei was pointing at Hua Xiao'Er, he quickly pulled the man's hand back. "Our Hua Xiao'Er has been hunting for many years," he said. "He's seen countless battles. Isn't it normal for him to get banged up?"
"He's been hunting the longest?" Tao Fei didn't hunt, so he naturally didn't understand the finer points. "I saw all his scars and thought he wasn't any good, that he was just letting boars gore him and Black Bears claw him."
