The hunger in its belly soon overpowered its senses, and the little fox timidly walked to the entrance of the snow house, bit the back of the Salmon, intending to snatch it up and run away with it.
The little fox weighed no more than twenty or thirty pounds in total, so how could it match Yue Feng's right-hand strength? It tried hard but couldn't snatch it away.
The taste of fresh fish in its mouth, how could the little fox be willing to let go? It growled low in its throat to scare Yue Feng, but seeing he had no intent to attack, it stepped on the fish with its front paws and began eating in big bites.
At this moment, the little fox was no more than thirty centimeters from Yue Feng's right hand. If Yue Feng wanted to, even bare-handed, he could suddenly grab the fox's front leg.
But Yue Feng did not do so. He lay on the ground watching the fox eat. After it relaxed its tightly pressed fur slightly, he slowly extended his left hand, which hadn't moved.
