A hidden appetite surfaced with the prey's death, even if suppressed and disguised by layers, that gaze, however fleeting and gentle, still stirred a primal alertness when it landed on the Hunter.
The wolf is here!
When? From where? No, perhaps it has been lurking around since the beginning, silently following behind, step by step...
Was that fleeting leak of breath truly accidental?
Amidst the long wait and vigilance, An Ning gradually realized.
In the chaotic wilderness, there were never fixed roles; the identity of hunter and prey constantly shifted, even hunters might falter and end up buried in the wolf's maw.
This momentary breath reveal might even be deliberate.
Deliberately leaving footprints in the mud to trigger the hunter's vigilance, exhausting the opponent's energy, day and night tormented, until in a moment of carelessness, mercilessly striking, killing instantly!
