When the sound of barking carried on the wind, Da Huang shot past Zhao Jun, racing ahead.
Zhao Jun and Lin Xiangshun exchanged a look, grabbed their rifles, and headed toward the sound of the barks.
The straight-line distance from where they were to where Little Bear had started barking was nearly a mile.
The drove of boars hadn't left its lair yet that morning. Little Bear's arrival flushed them out, and the five wild boars immediately scattered.
Little Bear didn't chase the large male "cannon eggs," nor did it pay any mind to the young "yellow-haired" boars running around like headless chickens. It locked onto a sow weighing around 250 pounds.
Little Bear had only taken two steps in pursuit when the sow whirled around. It lowered its snout, the bristles on its back standing on end, and let out a series of guttural GRUNTS.
Little Bear skidded to a stop, standing about a yard away from the sow, and barked up at the sky.
