Chapter 85: Treating a Dead Dog as if it was Alive (4)_1

"Woof, woof!" Little Black seemed to be mourning to Xiaotian, his low howls like a final farewell.

"You do it!" Xiaotian agreed. Seeing Little Black facing death for his sake felt excruciating. If only he weren't so determined to keep the tiger's skin intact. His previous return from hunting empty-handed had left Xiaowen disappointed, and he knew Xiaowen wanted to go to the Academy.

Of late he had ignored small game, focusing solely on larger prey and setting numerous traps deep in the mountains to catch jackals and leopards. The sight of a snow-white tiger was something he had never seen before in all his years of hunting. Instead of fear, all he thought of was selling the pure white fur and providing Xiaowen with the funds needed for the Academy.