Chapter Eight: The Capture of the Stag

"Foolish girl, what are you saying?" Li Xiangyang ruffled his sister’s hair. "Having you around actually gives me more motivation. Besides, isn’t this the perfect chance for you to see how your brother hunts?"

"But... it runs so fast..."

"Don’t worry," Li Xiangyang smiled. "That shot I took just now hit the tendon behind its leg. It won’t get far."

He crouched down, carefully examining the bloodstains.

"Look," he pointed to the spots of blood in the snow, "the bloodstains are getting denser, which means the wound is worsening. And..."

He took a few steps forward. "See these footprints? The right hind leg can no longer touch the ground, so it’s hopping on three legs. In this state, it will soon look for a place to hide."

"Really?" Li Xiaohua was half convinced.

Just then, a low, mournful cry came from the bushes ahead.

"Listen," Li Xiangyang made a shushing gesture. "It’s running out of strength."

But things weren’t going to be that simple.

As they followed the sound, they found only a patch of trampled snow and a few fresh blood drops—no sign of the spotted deer.

"Strange..." Li Xiangyang frowned. Normally, an animal this wounded couldn’t have gone far.

He scanned the surroundings carefully, then suddenly understood.

"It’s clever," he muttered to himself. "Deliberately making a mess here, then changing direction."

Sure enough, on the other side of the bushes, he found a faint trail of blood going in the opposite direction.

"Xiaohua, wait here," Li Xiangyang instructed.

"No," Li Xiaohua grabbed the corner of her brother’s shirt. "I can’t be a burden anymore. I... I can keep up."

Li Xiangyang’s heart warmed at her determined gaze.

Since when had this little sister become so sensible?

"Alright, then stay close to me and don’t make a sound."

The siblings carefully followed the trail.

Along the way, they occasionally spotted signs that the deer had paused—deeper footprints, crushed bushes, and increasing bloodstains.

But every time they thought they were about to catch it, the cunning deer sensed them and dragged its injured body to continue fleeing.

Sweat covered Li Xiaohua’s face, but she clenched her teeth silently.

She knew if she complained now, all their effort would be in vain.

"It’s okay," Li Xiangyang softly comforted her, seeing her fatigue. "You’re doing great. And soon, we’ll find it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Look," Li Xiangyang pointed ahead, "the terrain is getting steeper, and beyond that is a cliff. It’s injured—it can’t jump off. Also..."

He glanced at the sky. "The snow is falling heavier. If it doesn’t find shelter soon, it’ll freeze to death in the snow."

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Sure enough, after less than a hundred meters, they discovered a hidden cave. The entrance was small and inconspicuous beneath the snow.

Fresh blood and hoof prints marked the snow at the entrance.

"Found it," Li Xiangyang smiled faintly, but quickly grew serious. "But this is the most dangerous moment."

"Why?" Li Xiaohua instinctively lowered her voice.

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