Wende, Aibo, and Gaffi, along with Lann, all have wilderness survival skills.
With the help of the two people and a cat from the area, Lann quickly handled his scent, using the methods of this world to mask his own smell.
They quietly hid to the side, watching as the staggering Fierce Jackal Dragon stood up, furiously searching around first.
Then, finding nothing and looking very angry but not daring to scream in the forest, it could only drag its injured forelimb and crawl away.
"How long will it be before the tracker bugs dare to come out again?"
Lann scratched his cheek, which was a bit itchy from the leaves, and asked Wende in a low voice.
The Hunter's tone was also uncertain.
"I haven't used the tracker bugs for long myself; before coming to the New World, I was using traditional dye balls..."
"Alright then..."
Lann did understand the practice of letting prey go in the middle of a hunt.
